When I was little, my parents used to tell me the story of where I came from:
They were really poor but wanted another daughter, so they got a big jar and started saving coins to buy one. It took a really long time, but eventually, they took the big jar full of coins to a baby store. They saw all kinds of babies, some with black hair, and some with pretty purple eyes. But while my sister was wandering around, she came across a beautiful little girl with golden locks and freckles, and called my parents over, and they agreed the moment they saw me. I was wrapped in pretty paper and ribbons like a present and brought home that day.
A childhood belief about reproduction
others believed things like this
- when i was a child,i used to believe that a "million" is a big bag full of coins— Kafka
- that if you rip a dollar coins come outAnon
- The bus needed coins to run; it would melt them down and use them as fuelAnon
- When my brother was 5 I use to swap a $5.00 note for lots of coins because he thought that I had more money— MATT NEWTON
- My parents told me that babies were made from dimonds under cabbage patches, that would grow into a baby.Anon
- My mom used to think "preschool" was called "pretty school" until a few years later.— Molly