ten random beliefs
When I was about 6 we use to go to Los Angeles in summer to vist my grand-parents.They had a swimming pool in the back garden.When I was swimming, I asked my brother why I couldn't swim in the deep end and he told me"Well our family is part mermaid and that I wasn't enough of a mermaid." so of course I asked what I needed to do to become a Mermaid and he said eat lots os carrots which I hated and still do.I started to cry and when my dad asked why "I just said Daddy I need carrots." I think he thought I was just a very heath concious child.
I used to believe that whenever I flushed a poo, it would go down this series of pipes till most of the water ran off, at which point it would plop onto the round table of a little meeting room of ''poo'' monsters - little guys made of poo, who ate our poo to survive. :) I wasn't afraid of them, I thought they were doing us an (albeit disgusting) service, kinda like the garbage men.
At the end of church service our pastor always said, "Go in peace, serve the lord." To which the congregation would reply in unison, "Thanks be to god."
I always thought it was because we were all glad it was over.
When I was a little girl my brother told me that white, styrofoam packing peanuts were, in fact, ghost poop. It seemed perfectly logical to my 4 year old ears, and from what little I knew about ghosts it looked exactly like what ghost poop should look like.
When I was around 4 or 5, I used to believe that only I could think, and being so very special and very very religious, I also believed that since there was a Son of God, I could possibly be the Daughter of God. BIG delusions of grandeur!
My dad told me that the world was in black and white. Then they invented crayons, and the world was never the same.
During my time at Infant school we always had an assembly on Monday mornings. Every time just before we said the Lords prayer one of the boys would get up and leave the hall. I asked a friend why and he told me that the boy was a Jehovah’s Witness. For years I thought it was odd that he had to talk to the police every Monday.
I used to believe that colors had gender and I would spend immense amounts of time playing with my box of 64 crayons sorting them by gender or playing with them as I would dolls. Reds, pinks, yellows, and oranges were girls. Blues, greens, purples, black, browns, and grays were boys. I had trouble placing colors like yellow-green which seemed to be part male and part female or colors like lilac which was definitley a type of purple (boy) but a very girly shade of purple. I never did figure out what category white fit in.
I used to believe that the Pope lived in an aeroplane. Because whenever you saw him on TV he was getting out of an aeroplane. I even drew a picture of the aeroplane in my First Communion book under the heading "where the Pope lives" and none of the nuns at school bothered to correct me.
I used to believe they used special effects to make movie kisses look real, since obviously they couldn't be forcing actors to really kiss people they weren't in love with.