My mom used to tell us there was a mouse living in her housecoat pocket. I believed her.
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
- I believed that ham was mouse meat, because it was pink and my dad told me so. — Zo
- When I was a child, I believed that the little mouse Perez existed.— David Montoya Velez
- My great-grandfather firmly believed, and had me convinced, that SPAM was mouse meat. — texasblue
- I believed that the inside of a tomato was a small, living creature and I flatly refused to eat that bit.Anon
- When I was little and had an ear infection I used to tell my parents I had a mouse in my ear.— Alison