As a kid, I used to believe that two wolves lived in my garage; their names were "Wolf of the Dark" and "Day Wolf," so anytime I went to my garage, I would greet them aloud because I would be scared that if I didn't greet them politely, they would eat me. And when I went to bed, I would sometimes be scared they would come upstairs to eat me in my sleep, so I would hide under the covers of my bed.
As I grew up, I stopped believing in that story because it didn't make any sense, kind of like believing in Santa Claus. But now, getting older and thinking back on it, I find it quite funny that I would believe such a thing.
A childhood belief about monsters
others believed things like this
- I used to think that if you had a garage sale that meant you were selling the garage!— ~Curtis~
- 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 a 'wolverine' was the girl version of a wolf. — Jelly
- I used to believe in the night my dog transformed in a wolf and ate the animals of my neighbourhood.— Tessy French students in eighth grade
- i used to believe that a elf familly lived on my window, long after a new my parents were Santa Claus— anna
- I believed that garage sales were on a special day, like christmas or the fourth of July or something.— Cara