ten random beliefs
After seeing an episode of a childrens TV show, the name of " Mr. Bumpy", where there was a rotting toast, I believed that old, mouldy or stale toast would attack you.
How stupid is that?
In Denmark (where I grew up) a calculator is called something that would translate back into "Pocket Calculator".
Because of this I often wondered as a child, how such a device could calculate the contents of my pockets.
I used to believe that the tiny creatures living under my bed aimed a knife at my heart every evening when I laid down. However, if I moved, it would take them fifteen minutes to reset the knife position. So I'd check the time on my clock and every fifteen minutes I'd wiggle around to throw off their aim until I fell asleep. To this day I'm still a very restless sleeper.
My sister told me that if you put alcohol on a wound that your brains would come out of your nose. I believed that one for years.
I believed it when my parents said I could be whatever I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be either a bird or a fairy and was devastated when I was eventually informed that they weren't within the realm of possibilities.
As a child, I refused completely to eat soup. My parents didn't understand why, I wasn't a picky eater normally, but I wouldn't touch a bowl of soup until I was at least 10. I had a good reason though:
I'd seen people eating soup before and, unlike solid food, where you take a bite and you can see that a bit's gone, when you take a spoonful of soup, the rest of the it fills up the part that you took. So, in my tiny brain, I convinced myself that bowls of soup were never ending and unlimited, and, because I was always got told off if I didn't finish most of my food, I'd be forced to sit and eat the same bowl of soup for the rest of my life...
i used to believe that there was a cottage in my stomach with rabbits in it, that watched whatever i ate fall past there window. (i did i swear!!!).
i used to believe that my parents were really kidnappers. I believed that they had kidnapped me from my real family back in Denmark. I also believed that they, my parents, had taken me to Canada in order to hide and keep me safe from some sort of harm.
I remember that when I was little whenever I got in trouble my mom would tell me that she kept my reciept from the hospital and that she was going to return me for another baby if I didn't behave.
I believed that if you left a electric plug socket on the house would catch fire BUT if you rubbed toothpaste into the wall around it, you'd be safe.