when i was 4, my grandmother bought me a little basketweave type mini suitcase. It became my traveling companion for every four hour trip to her house, filled with crayons, paper, and my favorite blankie. My mother would ensure that i had it along by telling me that it was my responsibility to take care of. The name stuck to it forever...
My cousins to this day are jealous that I had "a responsibility" and they didn't...
I still have the basket - and it still has it's name "responsibility"
A childhood belief about toys
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that crayons were candy and the colors were flavors. We went through a lot of crayonsAnon
- i beleived that when someone bought a new house, they would swap with the person they bought it from— c
- I thought that my parents chose my cousins, and was upset when my mother wouldn't let me add one.Anon
- I used to believe that house fires were caused by foolish people who put paper on the stove.— C.C.
- I used to think that little people in my penis had crayons and colored my pee yellow.— Ryan
- I used to believe that as I ate food, I filled up, and that once I filled up completely, I would die. Anon