Wherever you walked, you left behind an invisible string, marking your trail. I always tried to avoid tangling up my own strings.
A childhood belief about in the street
others believed things like this
- Yesterday I realised that invisible ink doesn`t make me invisible.— Jonathan Eleven years old
- I used to think that planes were held up by stringsAnon
- I used to believe planes flew by being attached by strings like a kite.Anon
- My nephew, at around age three, used to say that airplanes trailing white exhaust were "airplanes on strings".— Mojo!
- My mother, the good Catholic, thought that Jesus, being a string bean (supreme being) was really skinny.— Mark D
- i used to believe that i could avoid death by locking myself in a closet.— babie