When I was little (5~7, maybe), I used to spend Saturday nights at my Aunt Grace and Uncle Don's. so I could go to Sunday school with their 5 daughters. They had, on top of thei fridge, a white china hen, whose to lifted off. My Uncle would always give me a quarter to put in the chicken dish before bedtime. Then every Sunday morning, before breakfast, he'd suggest I check to see if the chicken layed more money~~and I'll tell you what...she always did....I was truly amazed each and every week, and totally believed in the chicken for quite some time.....it is one of my cherished memories, and even more so ,as my cousins say he never did it for ANYONE else. I'll never forget You, Uncle Don, or that magical chicken............
A childhood belief about magic tricks
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that if you buried a chicken bone in the backyard it would grow a chickenAnon
- When I caught chicken pox, I thought it was down to me eating too much chicken.— Helen
- I used to believe that all meats were chicken. I called everything chicken. :)— Girlfloyd
- I thought that eating chicken gave me muscles (chicken and muscles sound the same in Mandarin).— NG
- I used to believe when you had chicken pox, you turned into a chicken— Shirley
- I used to believe that eating chicken skin will give me nightmares.— zihui