ten random beliefs
I used to believe that wild flowers were really "wild". I was terrified at the thought of going into the countryside incase I was attacked by any "wild" flowers.
My Aunt used to tell me that if I didn't share, I would turn into a crow.
When I was a kid during world War II, my grandmother was a keen knitter and it seemed she could create almost any shape from those flashing needles, of which she had many different types. On finding a huge pair about 15inches long, I asked my Dad what they were for, and he told me, "For knitting battleships for the Navy". Now, as every four year old knows, Dads know everything, so I accepted this as just another incomprehensible adult explanation that I still couldn't really understand. Then I saw my Mum scouring a frying pan with some metallic stuff, and she told me it was called steel wool. So that explained everything - of course you could knit with wool made of steel, so my Dad was right again and my grandma was as brilliant as I always knew she was.
I used to believe that the road signs with an arrow pointing UP (as in up ahead) were actually pointing up to the sky. I wondered for many years how people were able to drive up into the sky!
I am the youngest of 9 children and when I was 4 years old, we went to my grandparents' house for Easter Sunday, like always, where we were supposed to get our Easter baskets. Of course, the older kids knew there was no Easter Bunny, but I had no idea. When we got there, my oldest siblings took my Easter basket and hid it. When everyone went to grab their Easter baskets and mine was missing, my brother pulled me aside and explained that the Easter Bunny was a hoax--the "bunny" was actually an Easter Turtle who delivered baskets based on the age of the recipient and, being a turtle, he was too slow to deliver mine. I cried until my parents made my siblings return my basket, but they insisted all year that the Easter Bunny was a turtle. About three weeks before Easter the next year, I started mailing letters to the Easter Turtle reminding him to please send my basket with all my brothers' and sisters'. The mail man must have thought I was crazy.
i used to believe in waresheep. what? yes you heard waresheep, a mixture of warewolfes vampires and well sheep. (the waresheep were the ones with black fases) when i was little we used to go for walkes in wales, i know, where a friend of my parents invented these creatures which petrifide me and so i would ware a clove of galick and make concoctions, which normly had garlick in them and a kit kat whitch i would have to drink to repell the blood sucking waresheep, who praed on little boys and girls. never turn your back on a waersheep!!!!!
My cousin had a problem with sucking her thumb. My Father told her that if she sucked her thumb for too long, that her face would turn inside out.
When I was younger, My Dad told me if I go outside and fart in a jar then close it, I could capture it and it would glow in the dark... I tried it.
That eating grass was a sure fire way to gain superhuman powers.
When I was a child I used to believe that stand up pianos actually told jokes as well as playing music.