ten random beliefs
When i was younger i used to believe that my real mom was locked up in a closest, and that the "mom" i had was a secret agent trying to brainwash me and my brother because she was too mean to be a real mom.
I used to have phobia about seafood (shrimp, crabs, etc.) because I thought that they would slither up my face and crawl into one of my orifices. There it would proceed to nest and slowly eat my brain and lay eggs...
When i was a kid, I used to think that cashcards had money in them...literally. Like they would go in an atm machine, split open and seal back again
When I was little I watched the original Dr. Dolittle movie and never seeing a llama in person before, I believed that they actually had two heads up untill I was in college when I was told otherwise....oops!
I used to believe that the actors/actresses in black & white films would spend hours sitting in a make up chair having white powder spread all over them and black and gray accents would be added here and there to make them look black and white. i would think 'gee those prop guys must spend a lot of time painting the props/floors/walls black and white!' I never quite understood why they would spend their time doing that...but i soon came to figure that the film was black and white...go figure!
I used to believe that the world is a wonderful place full of great people, a world where good people are rewarded for being honest and gentle, a world where I could be happy.
I used to believe that my life was the dream of a giant. I was terrified that he would wake up and I would die.
I used to believe that the black gum balls used for eyes in some ice creams where balls of poison, so I never got those kinds.
When I was 11 I read on a paranormal stories site (supposedly "true") about a method anyone could use to make themselves invisible. I tried it, and took a walk around my house, and when my parents never noticed me I flipped because I was sure it actually worked. I tried it on the my parents and on the kids at the park. Finally, I decided to tell my dad about it and he rolled his eyes and said you can't make yourself invisible. I tried it on the kids at the park again and it turned out they were just ignoring me, and the last time I tried it they messed with me and acted like I had disappeared and there was a ghost around. That's when my invisibility dream ended.
I used to believe that there was a button on the dash board that had to be pushed for the light to change. The problem was that the button was located in a different place for every traffic light. My parents would tell me, when I didn't try to find the button, that the light changed because another child in a different car had found it.