ten random beliefs
One time I had many goosebumps on my back and I was eating to much chicken and my mom had told me I was growing feathers.! After 1 week of me cryin she had finally told me it was a joke(:
When we used to go swimming with school we went to old Victorian baths where males and females would have bathed in different pools. I was releaved when we'd enter through the 'male' entrance (assuming it was named that to help the postman)and that the 'female' entrance was closed off because females were in fact giant spiders
When I was little, my mom and my Sunday School teachers always told me that Jesus was in my heart and in everyone else's. One day I asked my mom how they separated Him into such tiny pieces in order to get a part of Him inside every single person in the world. She looked at me like I was insane before clearing up the confusion. :-P
I believed that when we were in the car driving that the car just sat there while the Earth rotated making the tires turn.
I used to believe that, when I was playing soccer at the yard or at the street (a very common practice in the neighbourhood)the national soccer team couch would see me from his helicopter (?????)and I could be called to join the national team and participate in the World Cup.
I used to believe that when the t.v would say please stand by because of technical difficulties that if I stood next to the television set then I would help fix it.
I thought teachers secretly lived at school over the summer. They lived in big pickle jars full of some kind of fluid or maybe plugged into electric outlets to recharge in the small bathroom in the back of the classrooms. Why else would they stack all those boxes of Kleen-ex up in the windows?
I used to laugh about it until my son entered the first grade. I was pretty shocked to discover he had the same teacher I had... and, I swear to God, she hadn't aged a day!
Once, when I was 5, my brother and I were swimming in our pool. My fingers were starting to get wrinkly and I showed him. He told me that meant I was turning into an old lady. I cried.
After seeing an episode of a childrens TV show, the name of " Mr. Bumpy", where there was a rotting toast, I believed that old, mouldy or stale toast would attack you.
How stupid is that?
I used to think that when people talked about the stock market crashing, they said sock market, and that everyone had to wear old socks with holes in them because they couldn't buy new ones.