When I was about 10/11 we went on a family trip to London. When there, we went into a museum where it had a miniature display of a room of a country mansion house of the 18th or so Century. I looked through the glass, and thinking myself rather clever, yelled out to my dad "Wow, look at those breasts!". Needless to say every male in the room took a sudden interest in the display as my dad promptly grabbed me away yelling out "Ooooh, you mean BUSTS, Edward, yes BUSTS!" as loudly as he could so everyone could hear.
I've never really lived that down.....
A childhood belief about excursions
others believed things like this
- i used to believe that edward scissorhands lived in our family friend's attic.Anon
- I used to believe that the short display beds at department stores were for dwarfs.— p
- i used to believe that a ghost lived under my bed and that a giant lived under our dining room table.— nameless
- i believed that if you farted too much in a room and you were to light a flame your house would blow up— the nuclear fart
- I used to believe that the "Employees Only" room in the back of the store was where the employees lived. — KewlKid
- I believed we were little kids till we were 17, and at our 18th birthday we woke up as adults.— Hoppip