When I was a child I used to believe that our mind is in our chin, I guess because some people rub their chins when thinking about something.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- If you held a buttercup under your chin and got a yellow reflection then you liked butter!— Tilly
- Since my father had a deep cleft in his chin, I thought he was growing a tiny buttocks out of his face.— Rick
- "Going to the jazz club in my mind"? Not me! "Going to Nebraska in my mind..."— Felix
- When I was little I would always say in my mind, "I know you can read my mind", just in caseAnon
- When I was child I used to believe that people who die become ghosts and could see youAnon
- When I was a child I used to believe that people died in order of age.— Silvia Spinetti