When I was little my mother was prone to rather outlandish threats. She would tell me that if I didn't stop she'd break off my arm and beat me over the head with it. I still remember looking in the mirror with my arm crooked over my head to see how you did that. Well that and I would run look in the mirror, because she also said she could see a lie written all over my face.
A childhood belief about family
others believed things like this
- I used to think that if a mirror with me in it breaks, I break.Anon
- when i was young i used to believe that my image on a mirror would come to life if i broke the mirror.Anon
- my sister when she was little thorght head lice tried to borrow into her head to get to her brainAnon
- i used to belive that if i fell on my head my head would come off while i was doing a cartwheelAnon
- I used to wonder why they didn't fix the Leaning Tower Of Pisa. Weren't they embarrassed that it was crooked?— Bootlebat
- I heard a mother in the street tell her young son not to pick his nose...because his head would cave in. — Ruby