ten random beliefs
I used to believe that whenever I flushed a poo, it would go down this series of pipes till most of the water ran off, at which point it would plop onto the round table of a little meeting room of ''poo'' monsters - little guys made of poo, who ate our poo to survive. :) I wasn't afraid of them, I thought they were doing us an (albeit disgusting) service, kinda like the garbage men.
When I was very young I watched Watership down, the cartoon film, and I was scared to death by it. So much so that I was convinced that the evil rabbits lived in the basement and any other room that wasdark in the house, I used to scream before entering and fling the doors open really hard to kill the evil bunnies. Suffice to say I didnt like to enter rooms on my own for a looooooooong time
I thought that 911 was the number you called for fire/emergency because that was the temperature fire burned at (i.e 911 degrees farenheit)
When I was little I once saw the word "stripper" and asked my babysitter what it meant--she said that it was a woman who takes off all her clothes layer by layer, and for the longest time I imagined that strippers wore bulky winter clothing with lots of layers for their routines.
According to my parents, when I was very young (probably around 3 or 4) I used to put my ear to the ground. When they would ask what I was doing, I would reply that I was listening for earthquakes.
It seems I'm not the only person to have assigned genders to the numbers. I took it a step further though, and imagined them as members in a family. For me, 1 is male, 2 is female, but they are also the little brother and sister, and don't get along. 4 is male and the "cool-guy" teenager who doesn't say much. 5 and 6 are husband and wife, with 6 wearing the pants in the family because she is bigger. 8 and 9 are the old aunts who never got married so they live together and have a bunch of cats (Like Patty and Selma from "The Simpsons"). 10 is the grandpa (Six's dad) who tries to keep everyone under control but mostly just shakes is head and mumbles alot. After ten, we get talking about the extended family... Don't get me started.
When I was a child I would move a lot while I was sleeping. Because of this my hair was always horribly tangled in the mornings. When my mom would be brushing the knots out she would say "Ashley, rats have been sleeping in your hair at night! Your hair is just a rat's nest." I thought she was serious and had trouble sleeping for months thinking that rats would get in my hair as soon as I fell asleep. And I believed this until I was 7.
I used to think that you would get arrested if you didn't swing your arms when you walked in public
I used to think that every time you broke something, you risked splitting an atom and causing an explosion.
My friend and I used to play with sticks. We would break them and throw them to try to get them to explode.
When I was 5 or so my father took up curling at the local rink. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why he would go, since he was bald......As you can tell, I'm not a sports fan.