Here in Norway, we have a weekly magazine with Disney comics, called "Donald Duck & Co." When I was a kid, maybe about 8 years old, I used to read it every week. Then, my older sister told me that Donald Duck was dead, and they therefore had ended publishing the magazine. I actually believed her, and started crying!
A childhood belief about reading
others believed things like this
- i thought that "aromatic" duck was actually "asthmatic" duck.
poor thing...— rachael - I always thought that duck sauce (from chinese restaurants) was duck poop.
— emily - My mother's name was Anna. She was called "Annemor"(Duck mama). I was convinced I was a duckling.— Christine Norway
- My mum's aunt gave her daughter a copy of Jackie magazine. She refused to read it as her name was not Jackie.— Helen
- Because of MAD Magazine, I believed that Elvis died while on the john, with a tub of KFC in his lap.Anon
- Whenever I was upstairs on a bus, I didn't believe that it would fit under the bridge so I used to duck. — Dave, Lancashire