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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.
When I was little, my Mum told me that when the Queen went to the toilet, a lttle brush came up and scrubbed her bum when she had finished.
However, my Mum also convinced me that she and Elvis were very good friends. After no reply to my many letters to The King, I began to doubt this..
I used to think that recycled toilet paper was literally that, i.e someone else had used the toilet paper it had been cleaned and passed onto another person.
I used to think bidets were for washing your face in. Even did once or twice until a cousin with slightly less prudish parents enlightened me... Gak !!!
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!
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 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."
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.
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.
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...
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.
When I was little my mother told me that if I stayed in the tub too long I would turn into a prune, and I believed her entirely, I thought that the purpleish wrinkled skin would continue to progress and that I would spend the rest of my life in the pantry. This also made me think that eating prunes was cannabalism, which I knew about from my grandfather's tall tales (that I didn't know were tall tales).
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