ten random beliefs
My mom is full Chinese, so growing up in an Asian household, I used to believe that rice always came from a rice cooker. I was shocked when I ate dinner at a friend's house, and their rice was cooked in a pot on the stove.
In 2nd grade my dad told me he skipped a rock across Lake Michigan, and I believed him and defended him when I told my class. It was a few years later that I found out how big Lake Michigan actually was.
One night when I was really young we were driving home
from my grandmothers when I notices the blinking red lights
on the radio towers along the highway. Confused about how there
were so many red lights up there and there were no buildings my
mother *probably to shut me up* told me they were sleeping birds.
I then went through a number of years where I thought that birds
would glow red when they slept. I thought the blinking was rythmic
with their breathing.
My Dad always told me the dead animals by the road were just taking a nap.
Also, once there was a dead cat in the canal behind our house and he told me it was bobbing for fish.
When I was very little I had 4 or 5 imaginary friends. My mom told me a few years ago she used to worry about me, because I would change my voice and pretend to have conversations with them - with me speaking for them. :)
The only one I remember clearly is Goldilocks. She loved to cut off people's heads and eat them with catsup and mustard.
When my older brother and sister would pick on me I would threaten to call my imaginary friends if they didn't treat me better. They always just laughed...
a friend of mine once told me that the universe was infinite. When i asked him to elaborate his explantation he told me that if i just kept thinking about it my head would explode. i took him completely seriously and during science lessons would sometimes burst into tears at being forced to contemplate space.
As a kid I worried a lot. I used to think that my grandmother, who were 75, could die at any moment. And then when my mother walked in, and found her dead. I figured she would die from the shock. Then when my father would come and see them both dead and he would die too, and I would be all alone in the world! I hoped that the neighbours would let me stay with them.
I had a really smart dog, Sandy, a Sheltie. She knew when you were going to take her for a walk, recognized the words "go for a walk," and that kind of thing. She really was a great and intelligent girl. But she couldn't actually speak. That's where I was incorrect. I would spend an hour or so maybe once a week, after school, alone in the house with Sandy, pleading with her to chat with me, and often promised that I would protect her, and never let them give her a lobotomy. She held out. I'm still not convinced, though.
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?
I used to believe you could pour lemonade in a pan, put it in the oven and make lemonade cake.