ten random beliefs
I used to think that everyone had a ball of hair wound tight inside their head. The ball would unwind and our hair would grow, but when there was no more ball of hair, you went bald. Everyone had different size balls of hair in their cranium and depending on how big your ball was, determined how long until you went bald.
For some strange reason once when I got a cut, I was afraid that if I showered and the water touched my blood, I would die. I asked my mom about this, but she didn't seem to understand, so I drew a diagragm.
I believed that the rain would melt everything...I was terrified to go outside in the rain!
After people got married, I believed they went to the moon for their holiday. I was quite putout (at the age of 10) that my family laughed - why else would it be called a honeymoon?
When I was younger, I'd be in the car with my parents and they'd stop at a gas station and both go inside, while I waited in the car. I thought beyond a reasonable doubt that they switched keys with someone and the people who returned though looked like my parents weren't them, and I'd ask them where we were going, to make sure they weren't taking me some where strange.
When I was a young child I used to believe that when you ran for presidency, the person that could run the furthest without stopping became president.
When I was a boy my grandfather told me that I could catch wild rabbits with salt. Needless to say his entire backyard was spotted with paper towels layed out filled with piles of salt. Did come close to catching one one time..LOL
sometimes when the eyelids of my stuffed animals that surronded my bed were slightly slanted so that it looked as if they were quite angry! well i was appauled as i had always taken such good care of them! what more can a 4 year old do?
I used to believe that language was genetic: If you took a baby born to German parents and gave it to English parents, the child would grow up speaking German. I thought the child would have to wait until high school to take english classes.
When I was 3 my father told me that I only have two glasses of water inside my head, and that if I waste my tears over silly things then I won't be able to cry anymore even if I am sad for real. He said one time he'd met an 8-year old boy who'd used up all his two glasses of tears and now he couldn't cry no matter what happened. To this day I am a woman who cries very rarely.