ten random beliefs
I used to think that 100+1=101 was too easy and therefore I thought it was wrong. I was soon corrected by my teacher who heard me calling somebody who thought that stupid.
When my baby sister was first born (and I was 4), my older sister convinced me that she was an alein because she had an "out-ie" belly button
During my first few years at school, I kept hearing that "teachers have eyes in the back of their heads", so I thought that when someone became a teacher, they had to have an operation to get an extra set of eyes! I also wondered why a lot of lady teachers had long hair. What's the point in having eyes in the back of your head if you keep covering them up? (fortunately I didn't embarrass myself by asking that!)
I thought Heaven was some kind of trailer park in the desert near Las Vegas that people moved to when they got old.
When I was little, my mom told me thunder was the sound of the clouds bumping heads. Every time thunder struck, I'd say "Ow, Mommy! Those poor clouds are gonna have migrates!"
I used to go to the airport and watch the planes take off and land with my father. I asked why the planes always had red flashing lights on top of them when they were taking off. He told me those were the airplanes that checked your speed from the air like the signs would say on the highways and the flashing red light meant they going after someone they caught speeding.
I believed that while I slept, there was a man who lived in the light fixture in the ceiling who wore a pith helmet, and if I slept on my back and kept my mouth open, he would throw oranges in my mouth, which would not have been good.
When I was little during a discussion about god with my mother she told me that "god is everywhere"
I became extremely concerned and asked her, "so if I step on the grass do I hurt god?"
I used to think that vanilla was the absence of chocolate, not its own flavor.
I was raised Catholic, and had the idea of "inviting Jesus into your heart" doa little confused. Apparently, he knocked all the time, and when you answered, he could come inside & be inside your heart. The symbolism of this was somewhat lost on me though - I routinely used to kick Jesus out of my heart before I did bad things. I would tell him to leave, and once the evil deed was done, I would say, "Okay Jesus, you can come back in now." This went on for years.