Up until I was about age eight, I was insanely afraid of a pair of enormous feet the size of the bed itself would come out and smother me . . . for some reason, they had nice, well manicured, red-painted toenails.
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- My dad told me that the reason feet were stinky was because they grew out of your butt.— Veronika
- My dad told me that the reason Birds didn't get electrocuted on overhead wire was they had rubber feet!!— Derricki
- I used to believe that God looked like an enormous version of "Woody" from the Toy Story series.— Ryan
- I used to believe that angels painted the sky.— Jessica
- ... i used to believe the more stripes my pair of sneakers had, the faster i would run ...— wilbur
- I used to think all mice were white and those whom had other coloring were just painted— Feral