I used to believe that houses were alive. The windows were eyes and the front door the mouth. The house had feelings, ie happy when the family living inside had events like a new baby, a birthday party, a holiday, a wedding, etc. Sad when there was sickness, injury, arguments or death to someone in the family. If a house was empty, it was unloved; if it was torn down, it was murdered.
A childhood belief about in the street
others believed things like this
- I used to think that i was the oldest kid of my family because my birthday came first— The youngest of kids
- I used to believe that if you opened up an umbrella inside your house that the whole house would fly awayAnon
- I used to think being on holiday meant that you were moving house temporarily, like with a change of address.Anon
- when i was little i thought that when we die we become stars and watch over our family that is still alive— josh
- i thought I got one year older when my family sang the birthday song.— I am the ghost
- Until I was well along in years I always thought our family was Irish because my dads birthday was March 17th— Gladys