In angels. Once, in the middle of the night, when I was about 6, I couldn't sleep. I went to the steps and sat down. In my bleariness, I was sure that I saw 2 ethereal angels floating just below the ceiling. It was reassuring.
A childhood belief about characters
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that angels painted the sky.— Jessica
- My grandmother used to tell me that thunder was the angels bowling.— laf
- That the "glitter" in crispy snow was angels— HH
- that when it thunder'd it was angels rolling barrels around heaven.— daniel copeland calif,u.s.
- I used to think that if you stared real hard at the wind, you could see the angels.— Bradon
- I used to believe that when the sky was pink, late at the afternoon, the angels made cookies!— Bella