ten random beliefs
I always saw a crocodile on the moon, none of this man-in-the-moon nonsense
I called every body part my elbow. For example if my leg hurt I would say my elbow hurt.
When my parents were out and my Sister looked after me, she used to make up a drink from jelly cubes. I used to love this but after I had drunk it she said if I stopped moving it would set in my stomach as a big jelly...so I would keep jiggling about for about an hour.
When I was 5 I was really into Bruce Lee. I asked my dad how he died as clear the man was invicable. My Dad said that Bruce Lee was at a ceremony to meet the Queen and saluted, knocking himself on the forehead and killing himself outright. Needless to say, martial arts was obviously a dangerous skill to have. Not long after, I saw the Queen on TV laughing. I thought she was heartless, didn't she realise the part she'd played in the death of Bruce Lee?!?!
When I was about 5, I thought body shops were where people when when they broke an arm or leg. I imagined racks of arms and legs hanging from the ceiling. If you broke something, you went to the body shop and they replaced it. The cast was because it was healing together. I was terrified because they looked to be such filthy places and I couldn't imagine that car bodies were important enough to have whole shops named for them.
The first time my family bought a car with power windows my dad told me if I clap the windows will roll down or back up: magic windows!
a friend of mine once told me that the universe was infinite. When i asked him to elaborate his explantation he told me that if i just kept thinking about it my head would explode. i took him completely seriously and during science lessons would sometimes burst into tears at being forced to contemplate space.
I used to believe that drag racing was when guys dressed in drag raced each other. LOL
I used to think that when I was in the bathroom my parents would take off their skin and just sit around as skelletons. This only slightly disturbed me, but never affected how long I stayed in there. I also never considered how they knew when I was about to come out and to put their skin back on. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who had similar thoughts
I grew up with a cardiovascular condition that required open heart surgery. My parents took me to the doctor for a check-up and I started screaming like a raving lunatic. I got covered in sweat and started crying and my brother even swears I pee'd on myself. My parents finally calmed me down and asked what was wrong. My brother told me that when I went into the doctor's office he was going reach into my chest and pull out my heart, fix it, and then put it back in. He had seen it on one of those Indiana Jones documentaries our father watched...