I was two when my parents got married, and my mother had always been a horrible cook. One day my new dad presented me with a plate of golden brown, fluffy pancakes and I absolutely refused to eat them. When he asked why I wouldn't even touch them, I said there must be something wrong with them because they weren't black like my mother's.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- I thought that my parents chose my cousins, and was upset when my mother wouldn't let me add one.Anon
- My sister once asked her mother why she didn't paint her black....Anon
- My mother used to call my behind "a paw paw" and for many years I refused to eat paw paws (papayas)— Garth
- I used to believe that God and Mother Nature were married.Anon
- When I was very young, I thought that God was married to Mother Nature, and that together they made weather.Anon
- My mother told me when i was 5 that Santa wouldn't come if i kept sucking my thumb. — Traumatized