When I was 3 years old, we moved into a new house that had mice. I loved animals and longed to see a mouse so I sat by one of the mouse holes for what seemed like an awfully long time hoping that one would pop out. My mum saw me and told me that the mice had "gone to the fair" down the road. I believed that mice visited fairs for years; later my mum admitted that she had poisoned them.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- I used to think that when I moved the mouse around on the mouse pad, I was giving the computer a massage.Anon
- My dad told me SPAM was made of Squirrel, Possum, and Mice YUM YUM — Suzanne
- I used to believe that there where little mice the the street lights that turned them on and off.Anon
- I used to think all mice were white and those whom had other coloring were just painted— Feral
- I used to believe cats ate dogs and mice ate elephants— lucien
- I use to believe that there were mice in the stoplights controlling when they would change colors.— Krystal M.