ten random beliefs
My imaginary friends were three little dragons - one red, one green and one purple. The purple one was the pest and I was always having to "clean up after it". My mum only persuaded me not to bring them shopping with us by saying that the No Dogs sign meant No Dragons as well.
When I was little when someone farted around me I freaked out. You obviously didn't want to breathe through your nose and smell it...so one would think to breathe through your mouth? Not me. I thought that if I would breathe through my mouth, my breath would smell like the fart and everyone could smell it thinking I farted. Needless to say there were probably many occasions where I turned blue from holding my breath.
I had this toy globe in my room when I was little and I believed that if you touched it your finger would like come out of the sky and smash everything whenever you touched. I remember walking in my room and my older brother was messing with the globe and i just started crying my eyes out.
When I was around the age of 6, I saw cows walking sideways on the slopes of hills (on the drive going from Sacramento to San Francisco). I couldn't understand how they could walk on something so steep without down the hill, so I asked my father. He told me it was because on the "hill" side of their body, their legs were shorter so they could balance AND that they could only go around the hill in a certain direction. I believed him till I was 10.
when i was little I used to believe that at night the sun flipped around and the moon was on the back of it and they would jsut rotate during day or night
I was convinced by my older cousin that if I put moss in the letterbox then when you had enough the mailman paid you $10.00 We were 8 and 6 at the time.
Needless to say my mum always wanted to know why some idiot kept putting moss in the letterbox.
When I used to ask people where they were going on holiday as a child they used to tell me they were going abroad. I grew up thinking that abroad was the name of a popular holiday destination in France.
I used to think that fog was solid. Like cotton candy. Whenever we drove across the Golden Gate Bridge when it was shrouded in fog I would scream if the windows were rolled down. I was convinced the fog would force it's way inside and suffocate us. It wasn't until my mother pointed out to me the many happy people in their cars, with their windows rolled down, that I finally believed we would not die.
I always thought that when you were ready to get married, you would go to a huge warehouse of people and walk around until you found the one you liked.
When I was younger my parents told me there was a type of cheese that cut your tongue when you ate it. It took me years before I realized they were talking about "sharp" cheddar!