when i was little, concepts and inanimate objects were either nice or mean. My favorite things to classify according to mood were numbers and colors. my least favorite number was five, because it was an odd number, and it just sounded mean. I decided that five was a really mean old librarian. My favorite number was two...she was a princess. One was a nerdy tall guy in a green suit, and seven was a nosy man who liked to look over fences at what the neighbors were doing. I had issues.
A childhood belief about counting
others believed things like this
- when i was little i believed that your social security number was the number you were born on the earth — christine
- I used to believe that after the number "ten" came the numbers "tendy-one, tendy-two..." etc.Anon
- My favorite excuse:
Must be those trouser geese again!— Tootie Fruity - My brother believed that bacon(his favorite food) was from horses. — Jenn
- I used to believe that I was the only person in the entire world who knew about my favorite ratio station.— Gillian
- I used to believe there was a number "eleventeen". I could never quite work out where it went, though.— Matthew