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What Myths were we told when we were Children......
tampatalon:
--- Quote from: Katie77 on December 14, 2007, 04:17:43 am ---The BOOOOGY man.....oh yeah.....
He was the one who made all those noises you heard when you couldn't get to sleep, as well as the one who hid outside ready to grab you if you if you went outside at night.....
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Thats him! And we also had a local legend. He was called the "green man". The green man, it was
rumored was to have climbed aloft a high-tension wire tower and touched the electric lines which
caused him to turn green. He was rumored to walk about the local roads during the early evening
hours. We would beg our parents to take us for a car ride to see if we could spot the green man.
TampaTalon^">
MaineWriter:
--- Quote from: atz75 on December 12, 2007, 11:03:51 pm ---
And... I think I'm realizing that I was quite a superstitious child... I believed that when we drove past a cemetery I needed to hold my breath the whole time we were passing it and I couldn't let that breath out until we came to a white house. Again, I have no idea where I came up with that idea. And, I'm also not exactly sure what I thought would happen if I didn't follow this ritual when going past cemeteries. I think it may have been something about worrying that ghosts from the cemetery might follow the car. Again, I think I must have been very superstitious... with an over active imagination.
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I remember holding my breath as we drove past cemeteries, but didn't have the "white house" at the end. So it wasn't entirely your imagination, Amanda! We also played a game, "cemetery swats." Everytime you drove past a cemetery, the first person to see it got to swat another person. Usually this involved me swatting my (younger) sister. She got swatted for years before she even understood what the game was!
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tampatalon:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on December 14, 2007, 08:20:27 am ---I remember holding my breath as we drove past cemeteries, but didn't have the "white house" at the end. So it wasn't entirely your imagination, Amanda! We also played a game, "cemetery swats." Everytime you drove past a cemetery, the first person to see it got to swat another person. Usually this involved me swatting my (younger) sister. She got swatted for years before she even understood what the game was!
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This is one myth I think I was not told for a practical reason. We lived next to a cemetary :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
TampaTalon^">
MaineWriter:
This isn't something I was told, but something I told my kids...
I always said that triscuits (the crackers) were made by ancient tribes of triscuit weavers in the dark jungles of South America. Since both of my children could easily gobble up a box of triscuits in one sitting, I told them this to stress that triscuits were rare and should be savored, not eaten willy-nilly all at once. Over the years, our descriptions of the ancient tribes of triscuit weavers have gotten more and more elaborate. It is a fun family joke.
We were at my parent's house for dinner last week and my mother put out cheese and triscuits. I made some comment about the ancient tribes and my mom had no idea what I was talking about (and asked me if it was true, no less!!). That's when I realized it was something I had made up and was not passing on from my childhood.
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louisev:
The myth we all believed in childhood was that there were millions of children starving in Biafra, and that kids who weren't eating their vegetables were somehow required to donate them to the kids in Biafra, who only got a real boost of nutrition after Halloween when all the UNICEF trick or treat money went to buy them non fat dry milk and rice.
"Trick or treat for UNICEF!"
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