As kids, and to this day, my mom was/is a NEAT FREAK. A single dirty dish in the sink qualified as a kitchen of astronomically filthy proportions. Well, as it goes with most parents, we were not allowed to play outside or watch TV until we had cleaned up our room. At 8, 5 minutes is an eternity and surely you can't expect an 8 year old to spend an eternity cleaning their room when Power Rangers is on?! So my sister and I would push everything underneath our beds and race right out of there. Well, my mother was NOT having it. As a result, she told us that giant, flesh-eating cockroaches lived under our beds and LOVED large messes. In the middle of the night when we were sound asleep, they would sneak out from underneath and chew our precious little faces off. After THIS news, my sister and I decided to destroy the alien cockroach habitat underneath our beds and never, EVER allow so much as a speck of dust anywhere near the bedroom.
Yet another example of their fine parenting skills.
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that flowerbeds were beds for flowers.— Nina Green
- I used to believe that the short display beds at department stores were for dwarfs.— p
- When i was small i used to think god lived on top of my house and the devil lived right underneath it.— Missuss D
- I used to believe that there were red and black spiders underneath the table in the toilet.— Phil
- I really believed, underneath her hair, my mom had an eye in the back of her head.— Jessica
- I thought that islands and continents were floating rocks so you could swim underneath them.— Kat