I used to believe that my grandma's tiny pistol would kill someone no matter where the bullet hit them. Kinda like a poisened bullet. I have now come to realize that my grandma's pistol wouldn't even kill a coyote. (We live in Texas, so it's not all that unusual for grandmothers to carry handguns.)
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that my grandma's chandelier would grow wings and chase me and kill me.— Katrien
- I used to believe you would instantly die if you touched a bulletAnon
- i thougt robers could shoot into the phone and the bullet would come through and hit me— knowledge
- i used to believe that bras were bullet-proof vests for women.— emily
- I used to think that my belly button was where I was once shot and that the navel was a healed up bullet hole— Tony
- When I asked my dad how bees collect honey he told me that they carry around little tiny buckets. — Shana