ten random beliefs
I thought you were supposed to take money out of the collection at church.
I used to believe that for on this side of the world, three leaf clovers were common, and four leaf clovers were lucky. But on the OTHER side of the world it was the opposite. Lots of four leaf clovers and not so many lucky three leaf clovers. I used to dream about going to the "other side of the world" and picking enough four leaf clovers to last a lifetime, and bringing them back to this side of the world so they'd be lucky.
My mom used to tell my brother and I that she went to mean school and graduated at the top of her class so she could work as a mean mom. I always thought I'd go to mean school too.
Because my brothers tormented me, I thought that blueberries had worms. They would squeeze the blueberries just right and they would ooze and kinda look like worms were coming out. I refused to eat them and hate them to this day!
I used to think that I could control the weather. One year when i was 9 I said I want snow for christmas, we got so much snow that year that everyone was praticly traped in there homes... I swore never to use my powers again
I Believed that somthing took the bread from the toaster and replaced it with toast.
I wanted to grow up and be a truck. Not a truck driver, a truck.
When I was little, I believed that four little people lived in my stomach - one green, one red, one blue, and one yellow. Their job was to reconstruct all the food that I swallowed, and stack it up for digestion. (that's why the corn kernels came out whole - gross, I know.)
If I ate too much in one day, the stack would reach up into my throat and I would throw up.
(these little people were smaller versions of the same colored people who lived under my bed - for many years I couldn't allow a limb to dangle off the edge of my bed or the little people would grab it and pull me under.)
When I was younger, I would sleep at my grandmother's house, in the guest bedroom. She told me not to sleep under the window, because of the "terrible draft". For the following few years, I avoided that bed fearing that the "terrible giraffe" would stick his head in and hurt me somehow.
Back in the mid 90's, when I was about 10, I used to believe that I was a prisoner in a digital world. I used to feel that beyond this reality was a utopia, and that I had broken the laws of that utopia and was imprisoned in a digital reality that was meant to continually punish me until I had learned my lesson, whatever it may be.