When I was little, we had a second house. It had a 'bedstee', it's a little room with only a bed in it. Anyway, I used to believe that there was a sort of imaginary world behind the wall, so I used to steal knives and screwdrivers to get behind the wood and into the other world... When my parents saw what I did with their wall they weren't happy...
A childhood belief about around the house
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that if you weren't good, the Trix Rabbit would steal your yogurt.— Kyle
- I thought the world was black and white because of all the smoke from the bombs in Second World War.— Bjoern
- Until a few years ago, I believed this was a "doggy dog" world, rather than a "dog-eat-dog" world.— jemima
- I used to believe that at the end of the universe was a big plywood wall.— matt
- I used to believe that the cool aid man was evil and he'd break through my wall and get me.— tammy
- I use to believe that my grandpa invented the wall because his name was WallyAnon