ten random beliefs
I used to believe the “Great Depression" was a weather-related occurrence. All the pictures I'd seen were of terribly unhappy-looking people taken in shades of grey. Being aware that I was happier on sunny days than on cloudy ones and having a working knowledge of the effect of light on photography, I put two and two together and assumed that the sky had been overcast for so long that large numbers of people became depressed. At some point I was educated on the economic application of the word “depression” and also learned that the photos I’d seen had been taken with black & white film. I was more amazed by the fact that there hadn’t always been color film than I was by the economic ramifications of the stock market crash. I didn’t understand why my grandparents complained about getting paid a few dollars a week. The pay sounded great – but not having color film? Now THERE was a real hardship . . .
I used to believe that I could smell when it was going to snow.
(I still can!)
I used to think when you grew up you'd get to a certain age and then get to choose whether to be a boy or a girl. And I was always gonna be a boy (I'm a girl) because is seemed more fun!! Thankfully I grew out of that one :S
When I was younger, I used to believe that your hair was colored by an ink pot inside your head and that the reason people's hair turns grey or white as they get older was that the ink pot eventually ran out of ink. When I came up with this theory, I was very afraid to do handstands anymore, for fear of spilling my ink pot!
As a small child in the early seventies; I wondered what color my eylids would be when I grew up. My mom's were always green and my aunt's were always blue. I didn't understand the concept of makeup until I got into my Mom's makeup drawer and found the eye shadow.
When I was younger, I asked my Mom why black folks were so much better at sports than white folks, as it seemed like professional sports were dominated by African-Americans. She told me that God gave them an extra muscle, hoping that it would make up for some of the hardships they'd faced in this country. During Black History Month, I shared this fact with my 1st grade class, and my teacher quickly tried to change the subject. Unfortunately, the class was waaaaayyyyy too curious about this evolution in the human condition, and the discussion was promptly ended. When I told my Mom about how my teacher seemed to not agree with this information, she called her sister and started angrily quizzing her about the information she'd gotten from her. Apparently, my aunt thought it was hilarious that something she'd told my Mom when she was a little girl had stuck for so long that it was almost passed down another generation. I learned a lot about a lot from that one event.
When I was younger and wouldnt go to sleep, my mam used to tell me that the 'Sandman' would come and rub sand in my eyes to make me go to sleep. I imagined him wearing a tweed jacket and matching flat cap, with a big brown sack & weird skin...
That blue cheese was made by scraping mould off bathroom walls. My mother actually told me that.
When I was like 8 or so, we had this ice cream van that came by and played the Mario Bros. theme song. At first I though it was Mario who was handing out the ice cream to the kids, until one day I had enough money to buy one and found out it was actually a woman.
My sister told me the ductwork in a restaurant was a big vacuum tube that would clean the uneaten food off my plate. My mom was pretty irritated when she found out why I wasn't cleaning my plate. I really wanted to see that vacuum tube come down!