ten random beliefs
When I was in pre-school, my friend's mother told me that she and all the other Irish people around turned into leprechauns on St. Patrick's day. I believed her - I didn't know what a leprechaun was, so I assumed that they turned into green bunnies.
as a small child in the sixties, I used to believe that it was the law that women had to have their hair cut and permed when they got married.
I used to have phobia about seafood (shrimp, crabs, etc.) because I thought that they would slither up my face and crawl into one of my orifices. There it would proceed to nest and slowly eat my brain and lay eggs...
I used to think that, on your birthday, you didn't actually turn a year older until you ate some birthday cake.
When my daughter was 3, she saw a cat using a litter box. She thought it was building a sand castle.
When I was small my dad told me that if I unscrewed my belly button that my butt would fall off! I believed him and when people would try and tickle me I would yell " Dont touch my belly button or my butt will fall off!"
Some older kids showed us how to file pennies (USA) down to the size of dimes. At this time a bottle of coke from a machine was ten cents. We’d pound nails into a board, around a dime, remove the dime and then use the nails as a guide. We’d keep filing until the penny fit between the nails and under the nail head. As you can imagine, it would take much of an afternoon to come up with five or six dimes. We did this in a shed in back of one of our houses. Knowing this was a federal offense, both in counterfeiting and in defacing a US coin (the penny), we actually stationed lookouts, one at each corner of the front yard, fully expecting a big black car full of Federal Treasury agents to come barreling down the dirt road at any moment.
When I was five or six I tried on my dad's glasses. Since I had perfect vision I believed that what I saw with my dad's glasses on was what he saw without his glasses. I was so dizzy and ill that I felt sorry for my dad for years.
When I was younger, my mom used to put me to bed listening to classical music tapes. Sometimes, the tape player would make a crackling sound, and I thought it was the mice re-wiring the tape player to make a bomb. Every morning I woke up relieved that the mice hadn't been able to finish the re-wiring before the sun came up...
This is not mine, but my neice, who at around 10 years old was telling my sister and I how happy she was it was summer cause that meant she didn't have to poop. Guess she thought you only did that in school! We were rolling in laughter!