ten random beliefs
When I was a little kid, I used to believe that serial killers killed people with cereal. They would concoct such vile cereal creations (fruit loops with toe jam and boogers) that people would die from eating them.
My grandmother owned a nursing home when I was little. I spent a lot of time there when my mom was working. of course people died there now and then. They told me the angels came to get them. But all i ever saw was the ambulance pulling up out back. so for a long time I thought angels drove around in ambulances taking people away.
I used to believe the Bank was where poor people went to get money, I didn't know you had to actually have money IN there.....I would be so humiliated to go into the bank I would cry and hide behind my mom.
Walking at night my 4-year-old daughter kept staring at the moon above the trees. "I think the moon's following us," she said. "Papa, you stay here." She walked about 100 feet, staring constantly at the moon.: Then she stopped and called out, "Papa, come here!" I did, while she kept gazing at the moon. Then she said,"No, it's not following us. It's only following ME!"
When I was little my dad used to travel to Hong Kong a lot for his job, and for the longest time I thought it was pronounced "Honk Honk" because it was a large city with a lot of traffic.
When my adult son was young, he would never open the front door for me unless I could prove that I wasn't wearing a mask that looked identical to his Mum!
I used to think that people were either born adults or kids and you were paired up with and adult who takes care of you.
My mother would put quaters into the shopping carts at Superstore. For a period of a couple of years, the Canadian Mint put out a new batch of coins each month with a special design on them. You were supposed to collect them and my mom did. She never let me put any of the coins with special designs into the shopping cart slots because she belived that you didn't get the same quater back. I once spent an afternoon convincing her that the quater you put in was the quater you got back. She still doesn't belive me.
When I was 4 or 5, we took a family trip to North Carolina. As we were driving back, it was getting late and my mother mentioned that we were getting close to Pennsylvania. My father then said "Uh-oh, it's getting late! I hope it's not closed!" For the longest time after that I really believed that certain states closed at night, and everyone had to leave and come back in the morning.
I wonder if parents realize that kids take everything literally!
I used to believe that everyone had their own special day of the year called a 'birthday'. During my 1st grade Show and Tell, I told my class that I was special because I was born on my birthday!