When I was still small enough to use a crib, it always seemed at naptime that the garbage truck was rolling down the alley near my room to pick up trash. Whenever it approached, I seriously believed that it would make an abrupt left toward my house and crash through the bedroom wall just to scoop me up in its claw and crush me in its compactor. I always talked to my Bert doll and held him in my arms when I heard the screaming and of its inner components approaching..."it's okay, Bert. It won't come to get us today..."
A childhood belief about around the house
others believed things like this
- I seriously used to believe that Bert from Sesame Street lived in my closet and that he was going to kill me.— Liz
- i believed that thunder and lightning came out of the alley across the street from my house.Anon
- My grandma told me that if I misbehaved, the men in the garbage truck would take me away forever.— Anika
- I used to believe the Wall Street Crash of 1929 was a literal car crashing into a bank.Anon
- i believed like when i was 3 yrs. old i thought that air planes would come to your house to pick you up!— Brooke
- i used to believe the rolling stones wrote rolling stone magazine.Anon