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I used to believe there was a little man inside the refrigerator who would turn the light on and off! I was about 3-4 yrs old and I would stand at the frig - opening and closing the door - just hoping to catch a glimpse of the little man!
I found my son doing the same thing when he was about 4yrs old - all I could do was laugh!
when i was young my dad used to say that there was a draft coming in from under the door i then ran and hid in my bedroom because i thought he was saying there is a giraffe coming in under the door .
I had discovered that, the keys I found on the floor did NOT turn my house into a giant fighting robot when I stuck them in the power socket in my room.
So I tried the whole rest of them!
I always used to hate rewinding my videos when I was little, I thought that there were little people inside the VCR who did it manually and I felt bad making them work all the time.
When I was little I thought that every electronic and mechanical device had a secret explosive switch where if you turned the nob on the TV just so or jiggled the handle on the faucet to much to the right "BOOM". Needless to say I refused to run my own bath until I was 11 and I ended up playing outside a lot.
When I was 8, my uncle used to tell me that if I pressed the stop button on the television's remote, the television would explode. I didnt touch that remote until I was 12 in fear of blowing up the neighborhood.
In my parents house growing up there was a mouse hole in the wall beside the stairs. I always skipped the step that the hole was on because I thought that if I stepped on it a long, ugly white scabby hand would come out of the hole and grab my ankle.
I still always skip that step out of habit....
I use to believe that all the homes were taken by the road side because every where we move it was a house down a long path.
When I was little I used to be terrified of fiberglass insulation. I used to think that if I got too close to it, it would reach out from the walls and suck me in and eat me alive.
Having my parents constantly warning me not to press the red record button I used to think that when you press the record button on the remote control that the house would blow up.
When I was younger, I would believe that vacuum cleaners were capable of sucking up humans.
My sister told me that White-Out (the Liquid Paper brand) was for when you ran out of paper and needed more. You just poured some White-Out on the table and you had a new sheet of paper.
When I was little, my bedroom had this wallpaper on it. It was white, with sort of a beige plaid pattern on it. This pattern resulted in a whole bunch of two inch squares all over the walls. One night, while lying in bed, it occured to me that they looked an awful lot like buttons. After poking a few, I thought that it was probably a disguise to hide a real button, one that would open my very own secret passage in the wall! Unfortunately, this beleive came crashing down when my mom took it all off to paint my room a much prettier design.
I used to think there were coffins in the attic above my bed. I thought the ceilin would cave in and dead bodies and coffins would fall on me!
Ok, when I was little my parents called our garbage disposal "the monster". So when I was done eating my parents would say to go feed my scraps to the monster. I was kinda scared that one night he might actually get too hungry and come out of the sink and eat my family....
I thought that when water was heated it turned into tea. People boiled the kettle, poured it into a teapot and the magic was done.
when iwas a child there was a hole in the ceiling above our sink and i used to think that the hole sucked up the steam when my mom would drain pasta. it turns out steam rises by itself.
I believed that if I touched the gray "snooze" button on my parent's alarm clock that I would become a girl. I believed this because when I was about 4 years old I had asked my mom what the button was for, and that was the explanation she gave me. I was afraid to go near it for years.
When my mom would see me doing something dangerous or something that could end up badly, like leaning on open window or trying to get knife, she would tell me a story of a little girl who did the exactly same thing as me, and it would always end up badly.
I would always pity that little girl for all the hurtful things she experienced so far and wonder how she always ends up alive
I used belive when all the people were out of the house. All the inanimmate objects would have a party.
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