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When I was a kid, my mom didn't want me to get burnt by hot water so she told me "always turn on cold water first, never hot water first!"
So I asked her: "Will it explode if I turn on hot water first?"
And she answered - probably absentmindedly- "yes!"
I never ever ever ever ever turned on the hot water tap first! XD Even now - I'm 22 - I would feel strange doing so!
But I never got burnt anyway so thank you mom!
In the medicine cabinet of my childhood home, there was a small slot at the back that was designed for disposing of used razor blades. My sister and I discovered it one day and were amazed. We thought it was a coin slot, and that if we put pennies in it, gumballs would come out from somewhere. We put tons of coins down it, and ran to various places such as the heating vent to see if a gumball came out. Then we started putting hand writted notes down the slot. Somewhere in the inner wall of that bathroom is a lot of money and funny messages, wonder if they will ever be discovered?
I used to believe that under the whirlpool that the drain would create in the bath, there was an eerie world of pigmy people who dressed in suits and played accordian music. The place was adorned with crystal chandeliers, red shag carpeting and flowing red drapes everywhere.... Very odd.
For the first 18 years of my life, I thought it was odd that the one thing it was illegal for me to sell or trade was my bathroom weigh scale. What kind of controlled device was it that it couldn't be sold to someone else or traded for something else?
And yet, every one I've ever seen had that label clearly displayed: "Not for Sale or Trade".
It wasn't until I mentioned it out loud that a friend pointed out (amid laughter) that the scale could not be used to *weigh* things for the purpose of pricing them.
I saw a bottle of my mother's toilet water in the bathroom and, figuring that that was what it was for, I poured it down the toilet. She was not happy.
I used to believe that one day when I would be taking a shower that my bathroom would, when I wasnt looking, detatch itself from my house and fly away with me in it still. I had to leave the door open while I showered and check every 5 minutes or so to make sure it was still attached to the house
I used to beleave that the plastic cap and the yellow bag hanging in the shower were toys. I had many hours playing wth theese tings. Later I learned they were a shower cap and a douche bag.
I used to believe there was only a finite amount of water for the whole house. The reason my dad was always drawling under the sink or messing about with pipes elsewhere was because he was changing the filters that kept everything clean for us. I was deathly afraid that one day the pipes would get crossed and I would step into the tub and get showered by poo.
When I was 6 I used to believe that all plumbers were secretly puffafish and thats why they had to work with water-related appliances etc. The next time our plumber came to install the shower I cried and hid in my room because I thought he was going to puff up and eat me
I used to believe that if i didn't check behind the shower curtain everytime i used the bathroom someone malevolent would be behind it and would get me at a very vulnerable moment...each time i'd stand at the threshold of the bathroom and psyche myself up to run in a grab the curtain to check...i still do it sometimes in stranger's bathrooms...
I used to think that bidets were for washing babies!
My brothers and I always loved baths. One time my dad was trying to get him out of the bath water that was, by this time freezing cold. My dad started to drain the water and near the end the drain made a loud, sucking noise. Horrified my brother asked, "Dad what's that?!" My dad responded with outreached arms, "I DON'T KNOW!! HURRY UP GET OUT!!!!"
The tub moster was a chilhood fear of my brother for years.
i never liked to stay in the bath long, because when my fingers started going wrinkly i thought i was slowly turning into a mermaid.
When I was very young, about 4 or 5, we used to spend a lot of time at my grandparents' farm house. Now at the time, they weren't that well off, so the bathroom was just a step up from an outhouse. It was a bucket with a toilet lid in the basement corner. Well basements are already creepy enough for a child, let alone a little girl. There used to be all these spiders with really long legs, and my mom would explain to me that they were daddy long legs. This really bothered me, and I never wanted to use the bathroom and would fight with my mom. She finally asked why and I said that daddy long leg spiders had to be boys and I didn't want boys to watch me pee. My grandparents still get a good chuckle over that one.
Whenever I would take a bath, I believed there was a family of skeletons watching me through a window near the cieling. The window was only there when my back was turned and I say "family" as in there was a mother, father and little boy skeleton.
When i was like 10 i truly, honestly, believed with all my heart that Elvis lived in my bathtub and he would come out and play with me sometimes.
For about the first 7 years of my life, I thought that only boys could take showers, and girls could only take baths or else it was against the law for a girl to take a shower and a guy to take a bath... One time my father took a bath and I ran to my mom saying: "Mom, dad's taking a bath... Shhh don't call the cops."
My Dad made my brother and I believe that he could eat the bubbles from our bubble bath. He used to scoop up huge armfuls and turn his back on us and make gobbling noises, and then turn back and they would be gone. We used to make him do it over and over - until we finally realised that he was just squishing them into his shirt...
Our bathtub drain didn't have the little metal strainer in it, it was just a hole. It made this horrible sound when draining, it got worse as the water level dropped.
When I was 4 or 5, my older brother came into the bathroom just as I pulled the plug. He told me that sharks could come up into the tub since we didn't have the strainer in there. I remember telling him he was full of it, but I never pulled the plug again until I was out of the tub.
Now I tell my kids that the strainer is there to prevent shark attacks.
When I was about 3, I believed that the water that went down the bath drain would go to God and Mary, having gone to a Catholic school. So, every time I had a bath, I'd deliberately force the water into the drain and say, "Here, God and Mary.." What a freak.
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