I had a music teacher, who took his 4-year-old daughter to an old theatre in Alaska. She started crying immediately when she walked in, so he took her outside – and she stopped crying. He took her back in, she started crying again, so he took her outside again. He asked why she was crying, and she said: “That’s where the people with no eyes watch you.”
My dad watched his mother die of a ruptured gal bladder when he was twelve and still remembers vividly. My sister, one day, randomly gets up almost an hour after she’s gone to bed and goes up to him. The conversation went like this:
Sister: Daddy, your mommy died in a red sweater, jeans, sneakers and with her hair in a ponytail, right? And her hair was blonde?
Dad: Drops book he’s reading and stares, wide-eyed, and then says Yes…
Sister: What color were her eyes?
Dad: Blue… why?
Sister: Oh, she doesn’t have them anymore, just empty sockets. I was curious.
And she goes right back to bed.
When I was probably around 6 or 7, I had no idea what sex was or how making babies worked. I just thought that if you loved someone, you’d eventually end up being pregnant and having a baby. So one day, I randomly said to my dad “one day I might end up having a baby with you”. Which probably creeped him out no end.
My cousin’s kid when he was around 4 or 5 came into the bathroom as I was straightening my hair. He closed the door, looked at me and said: “I don’t want to kill you.”
Creepy. He’s 13 now and whenever I tell him the story he just laughs his ass off.
my 6 year old daughter came downstairs from her bedroom and said “Dad, i think Kacey is dead”, that’s my 3 year old daughter. Of course i ran up to make sure Kacey was ok, at which time my oldest daughter raided the cookie jar.