June 21, 2008
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Through the eyes of a child
I thought that a battery exploded if you dropped it.
I used to think that the “conscience” was a actually a thing in a person’s head.
I was very intimidated by girls who could write in bubble letters, and I was always frustrated that when I tried it didn’t look as good.
When being driven somewhere, it always seemed to me that headlights were like the eyes of a car. Thus whenever looking out at the busy intersections I always saw cars as the main agents, like they were the ones driving and deciding where to go.
If I was ever in a room with a lot of people and the door was closed, I was always afraid that we would breathe up all the air and start suffocating. Since we inhaled the good kind of air, and breathed out carbon dioxide, how would more of the good kind of air get in the room once we used it all up?
The mind of a child is a place of quiet wonder, and while adults busy themselves about grownup things and conversations, many ideas stir within it. What a curious and wondrous environment is the world to those who still view it as strangers because they have just begun their visit.
Comments (6)
i see the headlights were eyes of a car too
When I was 5 years old, my Mother announced that I had come down with chicken pox…the doorbell rang, and I ran and hid under my bed because I was certain that an evil, giant chicken was going to enter the house and start pecking on me. I was in a severe state of trauma for quite some time. *shudders*
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OMG, *I* was always intimidated by girls who could write in bubble letters, too! It’s crazy. It’s an insecurity that produced many, many suicidal thoughts over the years. lol.
You owe my weblog a comment, FYI.
Peace out, Phil-ayyy.
How could I have had some of the very same ideas you did? I think that’s pretty fascinating.
I still cannot sleep with the closet door open and have a problem with the whole sleep thing. I am still angry at the person who thought that a children’s prayer with the phrase, “If I should die before I wake”. I was scared silly that if I fell asleep I would die.
Those are pretty funny… and definitely understandable. I thought the exact same thing about oxygen.
I believed that each person could only say a certain amount of words in their lifetime. Somehow I got that from what a person told me about having to use words wisely. Which was why I was worried that my talkative brother would soon use all of his up.
The sound of the rain beating against the gutter used to scare me to death. I didn’t know it was the gutter, so I believed it was the sound of some scary person pushing a rickety wooden wheelbarrow around our house. No doubt for some evil purpose.
My brother is just barely two years older than me. When I was around four, I got very fed up with him boasting about his age, so told him that I would catch up to him one day. So I prayed for tornado’s to come on his birthday. Somehow I thought that would prevent him from turning another year older… as if it were the celebration part that makes a person turn another age. If that were the case… I think people would have stopped celebrating their birthday’s long ago. lol
And ironically… the tornado’s always came on mine.