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Growing up in a Korean household with my Mom's superstitions, we were led to believe that if you left the broom standing bristles up, it would turn into a man and he'd come kill you in the midde of the night! Yeah, my brother and I checked on our broom several times a night...just to be sure!
We used to have a really old, really loud tumble dryer. It used to shake violently when my mum turned it on and my sister and I used to think that it would shake itself free and start chasing after us. It was so loud and menacing we really did think it had a mind of it's own and wanted to 'get' us. We used to run and hide on the sofa every time it was on!
I got very confused by the expression "... rings a bell" when adults were talking and one said "the name John Smith rings a bell" or similar. I thought this mean my parents knew what John Smith's front door bell sounded like!
When my mother hung the wash out to dry I would lay under them and try to catch all the dripping water because I thought that it was parts of my clothes falling.
We had an old stove in the living room which my mom never used. My sister and I would stuff it with paper. Sometimes the paper would disappear. Well, I then thought that there must be an invisible monkey living in the stove that ate paper. So we kept feeding the invisible monkey. Later I came to find out that it was my father who cleaned the stove and took the paper out. So much for the monkey!
when i was little i used to believe that there were borrowers under my floor boards because stuff used to go missing, and i had seen the borrowers.I used to lay on my floor and try to speak to the borrrowers.They were sooooo cute !!!!!
I used to believe that those "smelly markers" were made from flavoured juice, and sucked on quite a few of the tips only to realize that they didn't taste anything like they smelled!
I use to be deathly afraid of those knob water fossets because I use to panic and not know which way to turn them and I was afraid the knobs would come off and water would squirt everywhere and somehow would come in contact with a toaster and electicute me. I also was afraid of the water reaching the overflow dranage holes thinking it would come out the bottom and spill everywhere.
When I was about three, I believed that pencils got longer as you sharpened them. I couldn't understand why we bought a whole pack of twelve pencils when we only needed one.
There is a little man who lives in the refrigerator who has the job of turning the light on when you open the door. He turns off the light when the door is closed. I have to replace the burned out bulbs for him, as he is too little to go to the store for replacement appliance bulbs. Just because a person becomes an adult does not mean he or she needs to stop believing a childhood belief (smiles).
One evening when i was very little, i was stupid enough to put my finger in the lamp where the lamp bulb is supposed to be, since the lamp was plugged in i got a really shocking surprise.
I starteled ran up to my mom crying, saying that the ”Electrick mouse” had bit me.
For a long time i belived there lived a grey mouse in there with a yellow glow.
When I was about ten and my parents first gave me a key to the house, I was often the first to come home in the afternoon. I would find the day’s post already on the shelf in the hall instead of on the door mat, and I thought the postman must have had very good aim: he appeared to have posted it through the letter box, and it had flown across the hall and landed on the shelf! Eventually I realised that at least one of my parents must still have been at home when he came.
Once, when I was little, my grandmother convinced me that ballons reproduce. I'm not kidding! Every time I turned around, she'd blow up another ballon and add it to the group. I'd count the ballons, and find one or two new ones each time. By the time she admitted that she was just messing with me, I was absolutly sure that ballons can multiply like bunnies.
I used to believe that only people who celebrated Christmas were allowed to have chimneys on their houses. It seemed perfectly natural that this should be the rule, although I'm not quite sure how I expected it to be enforced.
I believed my brother was the smartest person in the world for some unknown reason. Once he told me, when i was 4, that if i jumped on my mother's prized glass coffee table long enough that in would turn into a magic trampolene. I convinced my cousin (same age) to jump with me. We jumped, but sadly did not bounce. The table shattered into pieces, but strangely enough we didnt get hurt. My brother was nowhere to be found and who ever believes a 4 year old....
when I was little we had refrigerator magnet of aunt jemima the maple syrup lady. and I thought that she was my aunt. Which is weird because she is black and my family is white. I probibly beleived that till I was 14.
When I was little, I used to believe that when you cooked food in the microwave, you had to run out of the room before the timer counted to 0 and it beeped, or else you would explode. I don't know why I believed that, since obviously, I never exploded.
When I was four, I used to think that the light inside a refrigerator would stay on even when the door was closed. One day my parents were cleaning out the fridge and left it completely empty, so I stood inside and closed the door. The light went off. So I got out and never did that again.
Belief no.3 involves the attic of the house we used to live in in Ireland. Dad had warned us not to step off the rafters as we would fall through into the house. I sort of didn't realise this meant that you would just fall straight throught the floor/ceiling and into the room below and thought you could fall through into any place in the house ...
When I was six, in order to keep me from climbing the railing on the 3rd story appartment balcony, my mother showed me a package of hamburger meat and told me I'd look like this if I fell off.
I would contemplate the precipice and try to imagine myself as a little pile of hamburger.
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