ten random beliefs
When I was 6 years old, I used to sit next to my best friend in class. He always had new pencils and I couldn't get my head round to how he could possibily change them so often.. when I asked, he told me that his father owned a Pencils Factory and that was right in his house, in a room that I've never entered! I totally believed him, and he would bring me a new pencil almost everyday...
Whenever I go to his place, I still look at that door - behind which there's only a washing machine! - as the door to the factory!
My mom once told me that there were bugs that lived in the tips of bananas and that you should always break off the ends before eating the banana. I used to get uncomfortable watching people eat bananas, wondering why they were eating the bugs. I'm still a bit uneasy about eating the ends to this day.
I used to think that if someone looked familiar to me then I must also look familiar to them.
Clowns had hairy backs. Children got stuck, couldn't get free, and starved to death. Clowns thought it was funny, and would look for children to stick in their back hair. I was terrified of clowns, and would run screaming if I saw one.
when i was little i had a splinter in my foot and i had to go to the hospital to get it removed and the doctor told me he had to rub bug juice on it to make it better. IT WAS IODINE
When I was in kindergarten, my dad told me that he had a pet dinosaur when he was growing up. The very next day at school it was show and tell so, of course, I stood up in front of everyone and told them about how MY dad used to have a dinosaur. I don't know if any of the other kids believed me, but my teacher sure got a good laugh out of it.
When I was a little girl, I made a point of memorizing each country's flag so that if I was ever kidnapped and ended up in a strange place, I'd know where I was.
When i was younger , before i under stood the concept of Gasoline runs engines, i used to believe lawn mowers used to run off of grass....... well i know now.
I lived in a northern town in British Columbia where our family of 5 children used to run wild all day just coming in for meals. I was about 3/4 years old and came across the neighbour's cat lying in a field blown apart by a shotgun. I went home and told my mother and she said that Mr. McGregor (yes he really was called that!) had shot the cat because he was sick. About a week later I was in bed with a high fever. My mother was stroking my forehead, saying, "Poor Sandy, Sandy's sick". I immediately asked if my dad "was gonna shot me?"
When I was young playing in the garden in the summer, I heard my mum say that the lettuces had gone to seed. For quite a few years I thought that lettuces ran away to sea when they got big.