At the age of 3 or 4, I remember my Dad looking up towards the roof at wasp nests under the eaves. He would complain about the "wasps being back and having the run of the house". I thought wasps were little gnome or elf like creatures that lived on the roof. I sat outside for hours looking up in an effort to catch a glimpse of them.
A childhood belief about around the house
others believed things like this
- I used to think that bees and wasps only stung people on the ears.Anon
- I used to believe that a topless bar was like a bar which has no roof on it.Anon
- I use to think church was spelt turch because of the big T on the roof.Anon
- I used to believe my dad could honk the car horn by pushing on a mysterious spot on the roof of the car.— sarah b
- I used to believe the rain drops that fell from my roof at night were shooting stars— Kay
- that God lives in the roof of our church and makes electricity to light the chandeliers— M