My dad was a financial investment advisor. When I was little and he would come home at night, my mom would always ask him how the stock market was that day. And he would always answer that it went up or down. Until I was about 10, i pictured a huge stadium with socks on pegs filling every wall and a ceiling that rose and fell.
A childhood belief about work
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that if you didn't take your socks off at night your feet would turn into jellyAnon
- My brother used to believe that ceiling fans were helicopters flipped upsidedown and stuck in the ceiling.— Seven
- I always wondered why shepherds washed their socks by night. (correct lyric: watched their flocks)— MaggieNJ
- I used to believe the rain drops that fell from my roof at night were shooting stars— Kay
- I used to belive that the black market was a place— Lyndsey
- that car headlamps were eyes. the ones that rose up really freaked me out!Anon