ten random beliefs
My childhood best friend confessed several years ago that she had never realized as a kid that sticks came from trees. She thought they were just something you find on the ground, like rocks.
I used to believe that buffalos and reindeer were mythical creatures like unicorns and dragons, but wanted a pet phoenix because they were real.
This is my brother's belief and he won't admit to it. He was around 3 and wanted to know why there were books in the drawer in our hotel room. I told him it was placed there by the Gideons. Gideons were tiny people who came into the hotel rooms and put bibles in the drawers. About 5-6 years later, we were in the grocery store and he seen a Little Person (person of very short stature) and was he excited and pointed, "Look! A Gideon! There's a Gideon!". I fessed up the truth, after I stopped laughing.
When i was around the age of five i used to believe that my older sister mutated into a zombie in the dark...seeing her in the morning didn't help much either...
When my husband was about 4 years old he asked his great grandma "you were around at the time of dinosaurs,what was it like?" The whole family fell off their chairs laughing!
I used to believe that plastic surgery was done with plastic knives.
Before I started secondary school, I used to think that getting detention meant being locked up in a small dark room by yourself for an hour.
I used to think "an armed person" meant a person without any arms. I grew up during the Vietnam War and so there was a lot of news about "armed camps." I imagined children with hooks standing around the campfire and playing games. (Naturally, crime reports on the news about "armed robbers" and gave me equally vivid mental pictures.
I used to believe that under the whirlpool that the drain would create in the bath, there was an eerie world of pigmy people who dressed in suits and played accordian music. The place was adorned with crystal chandeliers, red shag carpeting and flowing red drapes everywhere.... Very odd.
I was travelling with my Dad in the car one day when I saw him throw an apple core out the window. Thinking this was cool I threw my packet of chips out the window as well. Dad then yelled at me about how it was bad to litter, so when I told him I saw him do it, he simply said "it's different, it's biodegradeable". For years afterwards when my sister and I weren't allowed to stay up and watch TV with Mum and Dad I would tell her "It's biodegradeable" as I thought that meant something adults were allowed to do but not kids.