ten random beliefs
I used to get nosebleeds a lot as a kid. When I was around 12, I was looking for concert tickets for my favorite band. Another fan said the only seats left were in the nosebleed section. I thought, "Perfect! They have a section to accomadate people who get nosebleeds!" I thought they would have people with plenty of tissues for us, and everyone in the section would be sitting there bleeding freely, enjoying the show, and talking about ways to stop nosebleeds. Yeah. I learned the sad truth a couple of years later.
i used to beleive that everyone in the world went to sleep at 8:00pm (my bedtime)
When my sister and I were younger, we used to believe that we had imaginary cats called Fred and Bread (mine was Fred... Bread was my sister's). We would run around the backyard holding our 'cats'.
The strangest thing was, my sister would often 'eat' her cat, Bread. He would then regenerate... She's a little weird...
My auntie asked me when I was younger to go to the living room while she was cooking for us to see what time it was. I didn't argue and went to look at the clock and came back to report that it was 7 o'clock. I think it was about midday. I just didn't know how to read time yet and the people on tv always said it was 7 o'clock.
I used to think that when there were police chases, the cop was racing the bad guy and if the bad guy won then he was allowed to get away and Visa Versa
cantaloups are baby antelopes
my dad used to tell me when i was little that if he unscrewed my belly button my legs would fall off. i still dont let anyone mess with my belly button!! haha
I used to beleive that in Hollywood, the actors wern't actually kissing, they were just mouthing the air. This is thanks to my dad telling me that they made the male actor eat garlic before shooting a scene so that the woman would want to "kiss" the air and not the man.
I used to believe that if you didn't wash your hands after going to the bathroom, you couldn't leave the bathroom.
When I was younger I really wanted a pet chinchilla. My parents were against the idea so one night after dinner to stop my questioning my dad told me the reason I couldn't have one was because they were vicious. He explained that a friend of his had a chinchilla and when he went out of town his house keeper accidentally left the lid off of its cage. As the house keeper was vacuuming, the chinchilla escaped and ate her leg off.
For years I believed this without questioning. I actually kept up that belief until a friend of mine mentioned wanting one in middle school. I told her that that was a horrible idea and went on to explain the story. It wasn't until after I had finished that I realized how ridiculous that story was.