I grew up in Minnesota and almost every year my dad would travel to a mysterious place to go hunting. It was called Wyoming and he would send me postcards. One year, I got one of the statue of a Jackalope that is in the middle of Gillette, I think. When he brought a mounted one home and hung it on the wall, I was convinced that they truly existed. I argued the point for years with my friends, pointing to the furry critter on the wall that in Wyoming ONLY you could see these little jackrabbits hopping around with oversized antlers. After all, my dad wouldn't lie! smiles....
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- when I was about 7 I thought that aliens hid under my bed. I wouldn'd sleep in my bed for a whole year!— *Rachel*
- Abba - Happy New Year
"Kangaroo year,
Kangaroo year..."— Santa Puncher - I used to believe that at the end of the universe was a big plywood wall.— matt
- I used to believe that the cool aid man was evil and he'd break through my wall and get me.— tammy
- I use to believe that my grandpa invented the wall because his name was WallyAnon
- I had a little hole in the wall under my bed when I was little and I thought that Fraggles lived in there.....— Tina