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As an extension of the "salt on a birds tail you can catch it" myth, my Dad used to tell us that every Easter he would wait up to catch the Easter Bunny by putting salt on his tail. The only logic that fit was that since the Easter Bunny lays eggs for Easter (another thing he told us) the salt on the tail must apply. As an adult I actually had to look it up to see if this was a true myth or something he made up on his own.
When I was young (about 4/5), I used to believe you could hatch an egg by putting it in a towel and keeping it warm. I came up with it after talking about it with my best friend at the time “Thomas”. Both of us took an chickens egg out of the kitchen and tried to hatch it. We stuffed them in a bunch of towels and took the eggs everywhere. And I literally mean everywhere. We brought the eggs with us in a bag stuffed in towels to: school, daycare, when we were playing outside and so on. We checked our eggs everyday to see if they were already hatching and to see if they had any cracks and/or tears. We also replenished the towels everyday so they would stay clean, but before we would change the towels, we would warm the new ones up so the egg wasn’t going to be wrapped in cold towels. After a week or so we started to notice nothing was happening, and we were wondering why the eggs weren’t hatching. We were convinced there was something wrong with the eggs, so we took our mom’s to the supermarket to buy us some new eggs and tried again. A week later the eggs still didn’t hatch and our moms told us that eggs out of the supermarket wouldn’t hatch because they sort the eggs that contain embryo’s out of the packages and throw them away. After that we became mad at our mom’s for letting us take the eggs everywhere and why they made us take all the effort of trying to hatch them while they knew they wouldn’t hatch. For years I was convinced I could make an egg hatch by putting it in towels if I could just get my hands on a “good” egg.
As a child with nothing to do, my mother would give me a salt shaker and tell me if I could put salt on a bird's tail, I could catch it. I spent many days running around trying to put salt on a bird's tail and never succeeded.
When I was a child I used to believe that if I told a lie a special bird would report me to my mum..so when I was telling a lie I used to look to sky and hide from that bird:))
I used to believe that the whole chickens - that you buy for a sunday roasts - used to walk around like that and real chickens were a completely different animal
I used to believe that they shoot the chickens we eat one by one at the farm.
When I was maybe 4 maybe even younger, I noticed all of the birds prancing around in my front yard. I decided that I wanted one of them...So I ask my dad how I could catch one, because everytime I ran up to them the flew away. He told me to throw salt on them. (?? who knew) So everyday I would take a salt shaker and attempt catching birds by throwing salt on them. Years later, I ask my daddio why in the world he told me to throw salt, of all things, on the bird. He said he figured if I could get close enough to a bird to to throw salt on it, then i was close enough to catch it. lol, silly, but hey..makes me smile.
My father told me that some breeds of chicken have four legs. I spent much of my childhood looking for this illusive bird every time we drove past a farm!
I used to believe that if I could put salt on a bird's tail it would make them unable to fly and I could hold them. No one told me until I was caught in the backyard after my first year of college with a salt shaker in my hand going after some birds. I couldn't believe my own mother had lied to me.
There's an aquarium within walking distance of my house. In the wall around their penguin exhibit, they have a small cave with fake eggs. When I was a kid, I thought the eggs were real.
I told my mom that I wanted to take one of the eggs, so I could have a pet penguin. Deciding to humor me, she told me our house wasn't cold enough to keep a penguin, and asked where we'd keep it.
I said we'd keep it in the freezer, of course!
When I was young I used to believe if you gave a seagull an alka seltzer it would explode
When I was young, I was upset that birds never landed on my finger like in Snow White. My mom told me that long ago, a human accidentally shocked the king bird with static electricity and his heart stopped, so now all birds are afraid of humans.
When I asked my mom why birds hopped instead of walked she told me that their legs were too long and if they walked instead of hopped they'd walk right past where they were trying to go.
i took an egg from the fridge and hid it in the dirty laundry hoping that it would be warm enough for the friged chick to hatch. i forgot i had done this untill my mom started loading the washer and the egg exploded on the floor. poor thing never had a chance.
Bird eggs grow on trees, and they have to go and collect them to put them in their nests.
Despite reading Puffin books, and indeed books about puffins as a child, i never made the connection that puffins could have been actual, real organisms. I only found out that they exist a few days ago. I'm eighteen, and in my second year of a science degree at university.
I grew up in a town that has chickens that like to randomly roam around. Interestingly enough, they spend most of their time in a shopping center right behind a Popeyes. I steadfastly refused to eat at that popeyes because I thought those were the chickens they killed to make the chicken you ate
I used to believe that when there was a bunch of birds sitting on telephone wires they were getting married and all the birds in their family were there for the wedding. I still look up at them to guess which one's are the bride and groom. I'm 18, lol.
When I was about 4 or 5 I thought that I could hatch an egg if I kept it warm long enough I went through about 10 eggs and sheets because I kept falling asleep
My Dad use to tell me if I pouted and stuck my lower lip out, a bird would come and poop on my lip.
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