From the time I was about two until I was about six my father had me believing that I had been born a monkey with a tail. Because he and my mother thought that I would be embarassed to be the only kid in school with a long tail they had the doctors cut it off. Everytime we went to the zoo, saw monkeys on t.v., or merely heard the word monkey mentioned I would burst into tears for my lost tail and ability to swing from trees.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- We told our little sister that she had a long bushy tail and she fully believed us for ages!!Anon
- When I was very little, I used to believe that bacon came from the tail of a pig because it was curly!!— Audrey
- I used to believe that a cat's butt hole was on the tip of his tail.— PANTS
- I used to believe that if I wagged my dog's tail, it would cheer my dog up.— GED
- I used to believe that if you hit your tailbone, a tail could grow out of it.— Ida
- My Dad convinced me that Manx cats had no tail - and only three legs.— Jim