ten random beliefs
My mom ran a daycare in our home for most of my childhood. She had Flintstone vitamins for some of the kids, but she wouldn't let me have any. Not knowing what they were for, I asked her one day. For whatever reason, she told me they were to make you hungry so you would eat all of your meals and since I already did that, even if she gave me some (which she did), they wouldn't do anything.
I believed this well into high school.
As a child I used think if I jumped too high on a trampoline I'd be sucked up into outer space.
I thought that Penelope was pronounced Pen-el-ope. I also thought Bob was short for Bobert. (Because Rob was short for Robert! Very logical, huh?)
I thought that 'eating out' was when you were too big to eat inside the resturant so they served your food outside and you ate it there.
When I was about 7, my family (including my aunt and cousins) were planning our first trip to Disneyland.
My Mum and Aunt thought it would be a good idea to have the kids contribute to their own spending money as a responsibility exercise.
We went around a circle giving our ideas. Some ideas where bake sales and car washes, but when it came to my turn, I said very matter-of-factly: "We can save the world, you know!"
I honestly believed we simply had to save the world - then they would let us into Disneyland for free, thus letting us have any toy we wanted.
I used to believe that moustaches were actually just long flowing nose hair. I thought it was rather disgusting.
When I was little, I had heard of the boogieman, but I never exactly knew what he was, because, of course, I never met him. Because of his name, I though he was a man who lived in your closet who came out at night and danced with you, so I always looked forwards to meeting the boogieman, unlike most kids!
When I was little I thought that there was a giant room under the city where a man worked. I thought it was his job to change the stoplights and he would flip the switches one after the other, that is why you could look down the road and see the lights changing one by one.
I thought the year of my birth (in my case, 1968) was some sort of code you were given when you were born. Whenever I was asked what my birthday was, I would give them the day and month. If they then asked what year, that was my clue to give them my code... 1968.
I had seen movies (and cartoons?) where the villian would tie some victim to the railroad tracks. Then, I heard that Jesus had died on "the cross". In my young mind, I combined those two pieces of information into the conclusion that Jesus died by being tied down at a railroad "cross"ing.