ten random beliefs
When I was a little girl, I was puzzled by why my father left the toilet seat up so often. Being not acquainted with the true reason men lift the toilet seat when using it, I came to the conclusion that since my father had a large butt (he happened to be a tad overweight at the time), the toilet seat was too small for him to use--thus, he had to lift the seat and use the wider rim of the toilet itself when using the bathroom. I mentioned this to my mother once, and she just stared at me, perplexed, then laughed and walked away without saying anything.
I used to believe that big grasshoppers would spit tobacco at you if you got too close to them.
My 11 year old son is pretty smart-- he's on the honor roll at school-- but until recently he thought cats could understand English. He was very concerned that when I called one our cats a "reprehensible quadruped" it would hurt her feelings.
In the medicine cabinet of my childhood home, there was a small slot at the back that was designed for disposing of used razor blades. My sister and I discovered it one day and were amazed. We thought it was a coin slot, and that if we put pennies in it, gumballs would come out from somewhere. We put tons of coins down it, and ran to various places such as the heating vent to see if a gumball came out. Then we started putting hand writted notes down the slot. Somewhere in the inner wall of that bathroom is a lot of money and funny messages, wonder if they will ever be discovered?
I thought vegetarians couldn't read Chicken Soup for the Soul.
I used to believe that the credits at the end of a movie was a list of people in that were watching it.
I used to believe that if you picked your nose deep enough, you would find gold because whenever my dad caught me picking, he would ask, "Ya diggin for gold?" I had a lot of nosebleeds as a child.
I thought that teachers were assigned to certain grades based upon how smart they were, i.e., the ones who taught first grade were the least intellligent, the 2nd grade teachers were a bit smarter than the first grade teachers, and the 4th grade teachers must be the smartest teachers of them all. Then I told my 2nd grade teacher a really big vocabulary word ("entomologist") that my 1st grade teacher had taught me the year before, and when my 2nd grade teacher truly didn't know what it meant, it blew my mind.
As a child I watched Basil Brush regularly on Childrens Television. Years went by, the programme finished it's run and I never thought about Basil Brush again until he came up in conversation with friends. I was puzzled why they were talking about Basil Brush the fox though...I'd always thought he was a squirrel! Oh the embarrassment. Why did no one ever tell me?
When i was little i thought that you get a husband by going to this place where all the men are and picking one of the men there.After you picked your man, you would marry him.