ten random beliefs
I believed that if I wished hard enough eventually my wish would come true and I would be able to fly like Superman. I spent many afternoons testing this theory by jumping off the arm of the sofa shouting "I wish I could fly" really fast before I hit the ground. (I had prudently padded the floor with the sofa cushions first though, just in case I hadn't 'wished hard enough yet.')
When I was little, I thought that the only reason anyone ever went to the doctor was to get a duck sticker at the end, duck stickers being what my particular doctor happened to give to child patients. Of course, when my grandma said she had to go to doctor, I begged for her duck sticker.
When I was 4, I deeply believed that eating ants is healty and even lenthen my life, so I ate "an ant a day" alive from my yard. I still remember the sour taste.
My Dad loves doing impersonations, and one of his favourites is 'the chinese man'. My brother--who had the blondest hair and bluest eyes you've ever seen--was so convinved that our dad was Chinese that he told his first grade class so when they were discussing different nationalities. When the teacher told my parents about it as an example of how troublesome he was, they were in hysterics... but apparently the teacher wasn't impressed.
I thought the word debut was actually "day view" since it was the first time the thing saw the light of day. Even when I did read the word for the first time I thought it was pronounced "debbut" till someone corrected me
I used to believe that if you got sprayed by a skunk, you would have to burn ALL your clothes. My mother's friend had gotten sprayed on a picnic once and Mother said she'd had to burn ALL her clothes. I was terrified of skunks because I had some dresses I really liked and I worried I'd have to go home and burn them, too if a skunk ever sprayed me.
When I was little, I used to believe that instead of the car moving, the road would move. The car was stationary in one place while the road beneath it moved at the posted speed limit.
I had a friend (Tom) at primary school who was forever getting his words mixed up. He arrived home one afternoon and told his mother he had been exercising in the school's new gin museum (he meant gymnasium).
When I was little I thought that only 1 person in the world could have hiccups at one time. (Until me and my mom had the hiccups at the same time)
I used to believe there was a ‘dream plan’, whereby all my dreams had already been scheduled for life. I tried to resist taking a nap in the afternoon because if I had a nice dream that was scheduled for that night, I might end up having a nightmare later on when it was dark. I finally gave up on this belief when I realized that just the opposite might happen as well.