I used to believe something terrible must have happened inside of a small house that was across the street from my elementary school. In the front window a table could be seen and on this table were three, playground sized balls. One beach ball and two plastic marbled looking ones. They sat in the same spot day after day. I concluded that the children were murdered and the grief-stricken parents could not bear to put the children's play things away. The incredible thing about this is those three balls stayed on that table for over twenty years! My friends and I were not brave enough to knock on the door and ask about the "mystery." The house was eventually torn down.
A childhood belief about in the street
others believed things like this
- i always thought it was Grape Balls of Fire instead of Great Balls of Fire— Courtney
- I used to believe that there were red and black spiders underneath the table in the toilet.— Phil
- I used to think that the sleep in my eyes at the breakfast table were toast crumbs.— crawford
- i used to believe that parents do things to make there children happier. well i was wrong. — Emma C.
- I used to believe that children stayed little.— Mel91
- i used to believe that a ghost lived under my bed and that a giant lived under our dining room table.— nameless