When I was a pre-schooler, my mom told me that you weren’t allowed to ride a motorcycle or get tattoos unless your mother was dead.
One day, outside the grocery store I saw a big, tough looking dude covered in tats, straddling the loudest motorcycle ever. Damned it 5 year old me didn’t go up to him and ask, “Hey. Is your mom dead?”
Dude looked at me and said, “Yeah.”
And I was shocked that my mom was right.
I believed that the world was actually in black and white
That teachers lived at school. Like had their own bedrooms and families living in the attic or in the walls in the school or something lol.
That being an adult would be awesome
Kids are a gift of god, they are fucking not.