When I was about 2 or 3, my uncles, Larry and Bill, used to lift me up so I could touch the Ceramic Bald Eagle mounted above my grandparent's dining room entrance. When I touched it, they would make a screeching bald eagle sound. I didn't know they were doing this though...
When I was 15 and my grandfather passed away and we were moving my grandmother to an apartment, I saw the bald eagle and asked my grandmother if I could have it. She said, "Sure" and I grabbed it and it didn't make any noise. I thought the batteries were dead and asked where the batteryies were supposed to go. About 10 of my extended family members looked at me with a perplexed look on their faces, then after I told them what I thought, they screamed with laughter at my expense for about 20 minutes.
I'm 35 now and love to do the same thing to my kids and grandson. :)
A childhood belief about around the house
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that Eagle Brand Condensed Milk was actually an eagle's milk!Anon
- When I was little I thought seagulls were called seagles. Like a portmanteau of 'sea' and 'eagle'.Anon
- When I was little I thought seagulls were called seagles. Like a portmanteau of 'sea' and 'eagle'.Anon
- I used to think seagulls were called seagles. Like a portmanteau of 'sea' and 'eagle'.
Anon - I used to think that the Eagle's song "Life in the Fast Lane" was actually "Pike in the Bass Lane."— Quilla
- i used to believe that bald people were evilAnon