ten random beliefs
i used to believe that if you farted out of your mouth, you'd die.
For no apparent reason, I used to envision heaven as a series of rooms connected by tunnels. In the biggest room, God sat in a throne and Jesus sat at his right side. In the corner of the room, there was a trap door where dead bodies would come from Earth. Worker angels would pile the bodies up in stacks, then later come back and zap them with afterlife. Then they would turn into angels and float around through the tunnels. I didn't really look forward to heaven.
When my husband was in grade school he and his friend went to a St. Louis Cardinals baseball game. His friend suggested they split up and try to get as many autographs as they could. My husband ran up to the first man (in the stands) that he saw and asked for his autograph, the man kindly signed his glove and told him he may want to get a baseball players autograph next time.
From those Florida orange juice TV commercials, I used to believe that when you went to the supermarket for orange juice, you could reach through into an orange grove and a farmer would hand you a freshly-filled carton.
I used to believe that the "black market" was a physical flea market somewhere in Central America where you could buy stolen paintings and Russian tanks.
I used to believe that when the sun is shinning and the rain is falling at the same time, an elephant is giving birth..
Born and raised Catholic with Mexican parents, my Mom never used the x-mas tree but the Nativity Scene. She told me that the 3 Wisemen will start walking towards Baby Jesus after Dec 25th to get there on Jan 6th. So I used to believe that the actually moved overnight and everymorning I would measured how much they moved the night before.
I used to believe that the lane divider reflector bumps in the road were to alert blind people when they were changing lanes.
Until I was about ten or eleven, I was convinced that vampires lived behind the U-bend of our toilet, and that if I spent too long sitting on the loo that they would come up and attack me.
I am the youngest of 9 children and when I was 4 years old, we went to my grandparents' house for Easter Sunday, like always, where we were supposed to get our Easter baskets. Of course, the older kids knew there was no Easter Bunny, but I had no idea. When we got there, my oldest siblings took my Easter basket and hid it. When everyone went to grab their Easter baskets and mine was missing, my brother pulled me aside and explained that the Easter Bunny was a hoax--the "bunny" was actually an Easter Turtle who delivered baskets based on the age of the recipient and, being a turtle, he was too slow to deliver mine. I cried until my parents made my siblings return my basket, but they insisted all year that the Easter Bunny was a turtle. About three weeks before Easter the next year, I started mailing letters to the Easter Turtle reminding him to please send my basket with all my brothers' and sisters'. The mail man must have thought I was crazy.