I was deathly afraid vampires were going to sneak into my house at night and give me the S U C C. So I used to sleep with a pillow around my neck, as if ol' Count Drac couldn't just yank the pillow away. I also fully believed vampires couldn't come inside unless invited in but that logic didn't get in the way of me still believing they were going to break in somehow.
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Now I remember eating pretzels out of dixie cups at Sunday School. They had a bunch of fun little wooden trucks too- and a wooden ark!