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- Firemen start fires.
- Getting fired means being set on fire.
- You can be literally anything you want - animal, vegetable or mineral
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I used to believe that all men with mustaches were rich.
I went to pre-school and I believed that after my graduation I would instantly gain all the skills needed to work and make money. The day of graduation from Pre-school I ran to my teacher crying and saying that I didn't know how to be an accountant and I would be homeless.
i used to believe that a living person can never ever be a scientist.......a person who has contributed a lot in the field of science would be called a scientist after his/her death.......because all the scientists i read about in books were all dead..........
When I was a kid I thought that when mum and dad were working, they were playing video games. I walked in on my dad typing and was suprised.
When I was four I saw a group of nuns and told my grandma...look there's a bunch of brides with raincoats on.
I was buttering some bread at my grandmother's once, and she told me "We'll all come your restaurant when you grow up. You butter that bread so nicely". I spent several weeks worrying about my future in the catering business, as I had intended to be an astronaut (I was about 7 at the time).
When I was younger a new neighbor moved in next door. My mom told me one day that she was a "head hunter". I spent the next few years scared to death of this woman, afraid that every night she would sneak into my room and steal my head. It wasn't until much later that I learned "head hunters" actually found jobs for people.
I've always had a fetish for jewelry. When I was a child, I noticed that all of the cashiers at the grocery store had rings on. I thought that the rings were part of the uniform given to them. I told my mom that I wanted to be a cashier when I grew up so that I could have lots of rings too.
When I was little my dad got a job as a dispatcher at the local police station. Until I was about 6 I believed that he was a "ditch patcher" and thought he fixed holes in ditches. Even visiting him at work didn't dispel my visions of him filling in holes with dirt from a bucket.
I believed that, while my father went to work, he didn't actually have a job. That was because there were only three things you could do that were considered jobs: you could be a fireman, a policeman or a chef. I think I considered it important to have a special hat.
When I told my kindergarten teacher that my dad had no job, she became concerned.
I used to believe (until I was 12!) that when I went to the dentist, the sound that the drill made was the cavities screaming because they were being destroyed.
My mom and my (much older than I) sister were asking all the kids in the car one day what they wanted to be when they grew up. I sat right up and said "well, I'm going to be a Hooker when I grow up!" I thought Hookers modeled clothing on street corners. I guess I was about 10 at the time.
Whenever I asked my father what he did at work, he always responded "I make money." (He was an insurance claims adjuster, so I can see why he couldn't explain that to a 4 year old!). However, I pictured him going to a factory and actually printing money to take home and spend. We were lucky no one ever turned him in for counterfeiting, since that's basically what I told everyone my dad did!
i dont know what age i was but i was sure that being superman was a job and i was dertermined that thats what i was going to do when i grew up.i think i even practised for awhile so id have an advantage over everyone else who wanted to do it.
One day our teacher asked us to find out what our parents did for a living. My mother was outraged as she is from another country and thought they were just trying to find out how much money our family made. She told me to tell the teacher she was a prostitute (I didn't know what it was). I did. You should have seen the teacher's face. She called my mom to tell her I said that.
When I was young, I desperately wanted to work in the circus when I grew up, as I thought this job was mainly hitting lions with chairs. I believed this until i proudly proclaimed it to my summer camp leader when i was 7, where he rightfully corrected me and told me what people actually did in the circus.
I used to think that when you got fired, you got shot. My friend Scott told me his father was fired, and I was quite sad for him. I got the shock of my life when I saw his father walking around perfectly healthy a few days later.
When I was about 5 or 6, I really admired those girls who worked at the hospital and wore red and white striped uniforms. I had seen that these girls were called candy stripers. Unfortunately I misprounced it. When people asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I would tell them proudly "candy stripper!"
Our daughter Cathy, when she was about three years old, would see my husband go through the door to the garage in the morning, and come back in through the door when he got home from work in the evening. One day she asked me, "What does Daddy do in the garage all day?"
For a while I wanted to be a animal trainer for films. Id seen Mary Poppins and thought it was so cool how somebody had got the robin to sit on her finger and sing along with her.
Eventually I forgot about this ambition, until many years later I was watching Mary Poppins with my family. Along came the robin, and I felt a surge of loss to see it was clearly animatronic (and oversized). I complained that I was CERTAIN the robin had been real.
My family now point out any animatronic or CIG animal on TV and tell me it's not real. I'm 18.
(although there ARE animal trainers for TV.... just not for the animal I thought :( )
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