ten random beliefs
One of my paranoid childhood delusions was to convince myself that my parents were actually spies from another country, and I wasn't their son at all. After all, why would they send me to bed at night and then stay awake themselves? I remember pressing my ear to the floor in my upstairs bedroom, trying to figure out if they were speaking Italian.
my brother used to believe that the vases in cemeteries, the ones with the holes in, were microphones that you could speak to dead people through
When I was a child, I told my parents that I wanted a French poodle because I believed that it would bark in French.
When I was little, my dad told me that if I were to put salt on a deer's tail that I could catch it, and keep it as a pet.
This is my friend's not mine. When she was about 5 she thought that all chickens were children who got a very bad case of chicken pox where they didnt get just the spots but they turned into a chicken!! So when they went to a farm guess the look of suprise on her mums face when she asked "Mummy, I feel so sorry for those poor kids who turned into chickens!, Im glad I didnt get them so bad!".
Based on the "experiments" I used to rig up with things like old discarded blenders and other small appliances, I clearly believed as a child that electricity could not hurt me.
I certainly learned that it could blow fuses, though.
When I would get up at night to go to the bathroom, I never turn on the light because it makes it harder to get to back to sleep. But, up until I was about 25, I would never look at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands because I was sure I would have glowing red eyes. I think I finally told myself to grow up, and tested the theory enough times to prove it wrong
That eating grass was a sure fire way to gain superhuman powers.
I used to believe that the speed of our car depended on how strong my father’s legs were. I thought that we went uphill more slowly because he couldn’t press the gas pedal hard enough. I now think I’d made an analogy with the brake pedal. Once, our crowded car stalled while going up a hill and my dad said something like “The engine’s not up to this.” I was very puzzled because until then I’d thought that the engine’s job was just to amplify my father’s effort. I asked him about it, but it took several questions and a looong time for him to understand me.
I used to believe that any person or animal that I drew might come alive and get angry at me (for drawing it badly?) Somehow, I alleviated my worry by always drawing the mouth second-to-last (so that it couldn't complain) and the eyes last (so that it couldn't see what I was doing until the last possible second).