ten random beliefs
The first time we took our cat to the veterinarian, I was shocked to find out that the veterinarian was a human. I'd always pictured a big, upright-walking dog in a white lab coat...sort of like McGruff the crime dog..... if he'd gone to medical school.
I used to believe that my mother didn't sleep and that she was a super hero!
When I was about 7 or 8, my older brother told me that I was a robot and I wasn't really his little sister. He told me that my real family (the fridge, the toaster, etc...) only stayed at his house so if they got thrown out, so would I. Since I thought he was lying, I asked him "If I'm a robot, why do I bleed?" because I didn't think robots had blood. He said that my blood was really ketchup. AND I BELIEVED HIM. For the longest time I was afraid that I would get kicked out of the house if one of the appliances broke.
On a career day, when I still thought my parents were robots, I brought my dad (toaster) and explained that my family, though cold on the outside, were really very nice robots.
I confused my teacher once, when I told her that I wasn't bleeding, I was “ketchuping”.
I always heard that people went to the hospital when they were sick or hurt, so I believed that hospitals were only for people who had a disease called "sick or hurt."
When I was really young my 16-year old sister used to tell me she could shrink me to the size of an ant anytime she wanted and that she would then step on me and that she had a brother once before who she did it to. I was terrified and tried to think of ways I would survive if I was ever shrunk that small.
I used to believe that there were monsters under my bed and in my closet. The monsters under the bed were bad monsters who would get me but the monsters in my closet were good and would protect me from the bed monsters so I always had to have the closet door open when I went to bed.
My grandmother always told me that pigeons were 'Father Christmas' birds who went back and told him everything you did (this was after a expressed my scepticism that Santa could really know all that stuff). Also, when I was really little and was getting excited about Christmas, my mother told me that it wasn't the next day but the one after. Then, when there were presents under the tree the next day, she would admit that she must have been wrong. It's almost embarrasing how long I believed that and how often I fell for it.
When my sister and I were young we used to believe that the power station near our house was a playground. It honestly looked like a giant sized jungle gym to our young eyes. We were forever begging our mom to take us, luckily she never did.
my mom told me that if i would pick my nose i was pulling my brains out. i was about 4 and that scared me. i am now 14 and havent touched my nose since
One time I had many goosebumps on my back and I was eating to much chicken and my mom had told me I was growing feathers.! After 1 week of me cryin she had finally told me it was a joke(: