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At home when I was bored, my mother would tell me to go outside and lay on the ground because I might be able to see Pegasus, the mythological Greek flying horse. So I'd lay out in the yard all day looking up at the sky for Pegasus and being very quiet so not to scare him away. I just knew he'd fly by at any time.
As a child with nothing to do, my mother would give me a salt shaker and tell me if I could put salt on a bird's tail, I could catch it. I spent many days running around trying to put salt on a bird's tail and never succeeded.
I used to believe that I could take a bath and talk into the water spout and anyone else taking a bath could hear me.
I used to believe that if someone hit you on your back when you're eyes were wide open your eyes would pop out of their sockets.
I used to believe that after a person had surgery the surgeon would run them under a giant sewing machine to stich them together again
when we first got a car with electric windows, my sister and i coulnt figure out how the windows went down. my dad told us that they were voice activated.you just had to say "windows down" and windows up". he would say it and then at the same time, press the button. my sister and i tried for ages to get the windows down by voice, and he kept telling us we were saying it wrong.
when i was little i didnt realise that the rounded lines on the windscreen of the car were from the windscreen wipers. i asked my dad what they were from and he told me it was the reflection of the mountains.
My brother's friend told me when I was little that he had once found a snail in the crust of his pizza, in one of those crust bubbles. For years after that, I carefully dissected every crust bubble before eating my pizza.
When I was little my dad told me when ever it thundered it was my Grandma bowling a strike.
My sister and I used to believe that Santa saw you through the light bulbs, and thats why he knew everything you did.
my brother used to believe that the vases in cemeteries, the ones with the holes in, were microphones that you could speak to dead people through
I used to believe anyone who disagreed with me was an idiot.
I remember that when I was little whenever I got in trouble my mom would tell me that she kept my reciept from the hospital and that she was going to return me for another baby if I didn't behave.
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.
When I was younger, my mum told me that because it was a leap year, I would miss my birthday and would have to stay the same age for another year. Even though my birthday is in September and nothing to do with leap years, I believed her and cried for ages.
When me and my sister were little we used to believe you could go "catch" a star. We were gonna go get it with a space shuttle, but we'd have to share it because the stars would try to float back home and we didn't think space shuttles would be able to "hold down" more than one.
When I was young, my mom was an accountant. Every quarter she'd stay at work until very late to "look for money that went missing in the books" I had always pictured my mom running around a library shaking out the pages in actual books, so the missing money would fall out.
I used to believe that it was safe to be in the basement during tornadoes because tornadoes didn't have legs to walk down the stairs.
When I was little, I believed my dad could stop the rain at any second while driving down the freeway. What I didn't notice was that he would shout "stop!" every time we would drive under an overpass. I finally figured it out around 7 or 8. :)
When I was little, a slew of "don't drink and drive" campaigns began playing more and more often on the radio and television. I didn't take long before I was interrogating my father, caught red-handed, sipping from his can of pepsi while taking me with him to the grocery store. - seems they left a pretty important detail out of the slogan.
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