When i was little, i for some reason believed my furnace provided heat for the entire neighborhood. So one morning i decided to make cookies. I made cookie dough, pored it into the ventilation duct hoping it would go down, get cooked and then be sent to peoples house by the warm air. This was when my parents stoped loving me.
A childhood belief about around the house
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that if you ate to much cookie-dough you'd turn into a camel.— Lenny
- I used to believe that the heat from the furnace came from hell, and that it was a straight drop there.Anon
- I convinced my sister that chocolate milk was made out of Keebler cookie elves, she believed me for a month— Rainbow Steel
- when I was growing up I truly believed that my neighborhood was the only neighborhood with "THE CORNER"— Brid
- I used to think that pickles were made out of frog skin and corn was old peoples teeth.— mandy
- I used to believe that when the sky was pink, late at the afternoon, the angels made cookies!— Bella