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when i was litte, like 7 or so, i would always put my money away in a certain way, i would but the higher bills on the very bottom then the lowers bills then i'd cover it with quarters and then dimes and then nickles and then pennies, that way if someone came in through my money looking to steel my money they would think that i didn't have that much since they couldn't see it
well you know how things will move in the night cuz someone in another part of the house may have jumped or what not? well that would always happen and i would hear my money move, so i thought that there was a bank robber hiding under my bed and whenever i went to bed and turned off the lights, he would take some of my money, not all of it, but enough so that he got plenty but didn't make it look n e one took anything
When I was little, about 8, I thought there was a murderer hiding in the hamper, waiting until it was night so he could kill us. I would always pretend I was brave and dig through the hamper everyday to make sure there wasnt anyone in there. I even had a dream about it and everything!
I used to believe avidly in the idea of "if you can't see them, they can't see you." I had an irrational fear of burglars coming in through the windows of my room(which is on the second floor), so every night, I'd get all of my toy stuffed animals and make a fortress on my bed so that I couldn't see any windows and I was hidden. Then I started worrying that since my eyes were so far from my feet, that the burglars would see my feet and know i was there and kill me. To protect me then, I spent a pretty long time before I went to sleep every night trying to think as if my eyes were on my toes so that I couldn't be seen at all.
i used to think criminals were stupid for stealing money i thought if they were criminals why not steal instead of buy.
When I was five I thought I would go to jail because I ripped a dollar bill in half. I hid it behind my toy chest for the longest time.
I used to believe that if I wasn't good a man would come in the night and take me from my family.
I was petrified of the "man" until I was about 14 years old.
when i was young (5 or 6) i would line up a row of stuffed toys either side of me in bed because i was convinced that a burgler would come in the night and shoot me. For some reason i thought that the bullet wouldn't get to me, because it had to travel through all of my teddies first.
When I was little my older brother told me it was illegal to wear gold and silver jewelry at the same time. I'm 14 and I still won't do it even though I know it's not true!
I used to believe that getting mugged was having random people run up to you and hit you over the head with a mug.
I used to think that a mug shot was a picture of the criminal that was put onto police mugs which were then handed to cops all over the country so that they could recognise the bad guy.
when i was little i believed that if you got three speeding tickets that you went to the electric chair
As a child it was my belief that people went to school to learn how to be criminals. In my mind I pictured a classroom full of men all dressed in black catsuits sitting at desks taking copious notes.
When I was little I was convinced that if I went to sleep with my feet sticking out from my cover, then if a murderer came into the house and saw them he would kill me. For some reason, I decided that murderers were bound to break in one day. I still can't sleep without my feet tucked under!
I was once coming home from the grocery store with my mom, and she asked me to hand her an apple juice. I was so scared. I thought my mom would get in trouble for "drinking and driving" so I flat out refused to give it to her for fear she would be arrested.
I used to believe that Halloween was a guy who came to your house and killed your mum!!!
I used to beleive that in new york city was a oplazce to get mugged
Until I was about 11 or 12, I thought "rape" meant scratching someone's chest with a garden rake. I had these images in my head of a girl who had been "raped" and had four parallel bloody cuts across her chest and abdomen!
I thought that there had to be a "criminal store" where one could buy burglar masks and those striped sweaters burglars were portrayed as wearing, guns, glass cutters, etc. I asked my dad where criminals got their guns. He said, "on the steet". I knew that meant OUR street, so I was looking out for handguns scattered in the gutter. He also explaned on said street is where they have to buy silencers for the guns too - because silencers are illegal. This was doubly confusing becasue shooting people in general seemed illegal.
When I was 6 we had a lot of overdue library books that we couldn't find because my sisters and I would leave them everywhere. That same year my class had taken a trip to the public library and the librarian told us that if we didn't return our books they would lock us in jail. She of course said it only to scare us into returning books, but I took it so literally that I refused to go to the library until my parents forced me into the building crying.