After my grandmother died, my parents kept telling me that we would always have a part of Grandma with us. On the car ride back from the funeral, there was a bag on the seat beside me. When I touch it, it was squishy, just as I imagined a liver or a heart would feel. Was it true that we were taking home an actual part of Grandma? I was petrified of that bag for the entire trip home. It turned out to be pound cake.
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- My great grandmother died when I was 9. I didn't go to the funeral because I thought she'd be a skeleton. — Angela
- I believed that everytime I kissed my David Cassidy poster he'd feel it back home in Hollywood.— Marie M
- When i went to a funeral only a bit of the coffin was open so i thought when u died you turned into a migit.— Andrew
- For the longest time I thought Pig Latin was an actual language that they spoke in a part of Europe.Anon
- when I was little my uncle told me he was part bear. I believed people could be part bear until I was twelve. — Audrey
- I used to beleive that liver (as in liver and onions and gravy) was rhinocerous meat.Anon