I used to believe not only that a scary monster/dude lived under my bed, but that one lived behind my headboard too. I had to run/jump to get into bed and then it was a race against time to get my entire body covered up, including my head and get the covers/blankets all tucked under me---under toes, legs, arms, and head. It didn't matter that I was roasting in those blankets...I was "safe."
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- I was always afraid of dracula so i would put tons of blankets over my neck— Lissa
- That blankets had some magic quality that made it so you could become warm and stay that way— Michael
- Thunder was the angels shaking their blankets out. Rain was the fairies crying.— wolfie
- When I was little, I always believed I was safe from the big bad wolf because I lived in a brick house.— Beth
- I used to believe that the head part of a shirt was a monster and that it would eat you.— Taliyah
- I used to believe that a morman was a scary person who lived underground(actually called a moleman).— Mike