Once, I told my sister that "I need help." I meant that I needed help playing the piano. She woudln't help me so I began screaming, "I need HELP!" She later came in and told me that she had called the Mental Institution because I 'Needed help,' And that they were going to come and take me away. I cried for about a half hour before I realized it wasn't true.
A childhood belief about family
others believed things like this
- I was never able to get a good answere as to what hour of the day "evening" actually began— Tad
- My sister told me that if you had sweetcorn in your poo, you had six months to live! I cried for weeks — Billy
- An hour and a half is exactly the same as half an hourAnon
- I used to believe that all songs were exactly a half-hour long.— Brian
- i used to believe the sound from a piano came from the keys hitting a stuff called "sploosh"{wierd, huh?}.— exploding buttox
- I used to belief that if you bought a car you needed to put it togetter yourself— Bugs