My mother used to spit at us before any major childhood event for good luck. Off we would trot to sports day and mum would launch a big greeny at our backs. Neighbours would stare and friends would laugh but the worst humiliation came when she would drop us off at school then launch one through the open window of the car. Even now at the tender age of 38 when I visit home to play golf with my dad and brothers she tends to gob at us from the doorstep. She does claim this to be a Danish custom but that doesn't fool me anymore. I was gullible enough to beleive the funny sounding Danish words she would use if she stubbed her toe, did translate into "Oh Damn" but not any more. Wash your mouth out with soap mum!
A childhood belief about family
others believed things like this
- my sister told me that bunkers on golf courses were for children to play in while their dads played golf.— Julie
- sophie b. hawkins. Damn I wish I was your lover. I heard Damn I wish I was your motherAnon
- My friend convinced me that if I used a bar of soap to wash my hair instead of shampoo that I would go bald.— Michelle
- I used to belive that the Gulf war was actually the Golf war and the people hit each other with golf clubs...— golfgirl
- when i was little, i thought that you could pull your eyeballs and wash them in your mouth— beak
- I used to beleive that if I picked my nose the boogie monster would visit me in the night + torture me— gingalinga