When I was little, I found a bone on the side of our house. I now know that it was just a chicken bone that probably fell out of the garbage, but at the time, the only logical conclusion I could make was that it was an alien bone. I put the entire neighborhood on alert, and for the rest of the summer - when we weren't sitting in a circle in my front lawn, holding hands and attempting to channel the aliens - all of the kids would spend hours on their assigned "posts" watching for the UFO's to come back.
A childhood belief about aliens
others believed things like this
- i used to believe that a sign in a cafe bone-fide meal meant meat with a bone in it— roy
- I used to believe that if you buried a chicken bone in the backyard it would grow a chickenAnon
- I used to believe that my leg has only one bone Anon
- i used to believe that the rag and bone man would come and take me away if i wasn't well behaved— ambrosez
- when you sit by a fire it can dry up you bone marrow— debbie
- When asked why he didn't finish eating the crust from his pizza, a young friend said "I don't eat the bone".— Dustin