When I was little me and my sister were told a story to keep us from going outside without our parents knowing. They called this guy the Sack man. He was actually some old guy that carried around a sack and went around picking up cans and garbage. He supposedly put any kids he found inside in that sack and they would dissapear instantly. So we would sit at the window and watch him go by our house picking up cans and stuff in the road, and soon as the coast was clear we'd go outside. To this day I still see him sometimes and I always think of him as the Sack man
A childhood belief about in the street
others believed things like this
- I used to believe getting the sack involved being put into a cloth sack.— Wangchuk
- At the age of about 5, I thought that any man carrying a bag/sack over his shoulder was a burglar.— Police officer, Ola.
- I used to believe there were calves' heads in those cans of Pet Milk.— Ron
- I used to say " The ghost is clear!" Instead of "The coast is clear"— Jake
- For years and years I believed that tuna must be really little fish because they came in such small cans!!— Gisela
- I used to think, that if you're picking in your nose too much, you push your eye out.— Joanna