I know that when you recall something from your childhood, chances are that it has morphed into something else by the time you’re an adult. I can only imagine this is because you recall it quite a few times over the years that something always gets changed every single time you remember it.
When I was in preschool, I remember the teacher would often pull out the projector and we’d hear some pretty boring stories. One story always stayed with me but no one else has ever heard of it.
I remember images of this man that lived on top of this very steep hill. I remember scenes of him always coming down or up this hill. Somewhere down the hill, a crack formed. This crack kept getting bigger and one day the man fell inside the crack. It turns out that there had been a giant sleeping inside this steep hill. A giant troll? I don’t know. I don’t even know how the story ends (I am tempted to say that he ran out and filled the crack so that the giant couldn’t be disturbed).
Does this sound familiar to anyone? Or is this just a result of a story that’s been skewed over the years until I’m left with this silly tidbit?
Location: The Green Room
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