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I used to believe that if you farted in a jar and put it in the fridge it would turn into a cabbage by morning.
When I was very little I used to believe that when someone was running for president, the two people running were at one side of the basketball court and raced to the other side and the winner of the race became president.
i used to think raisins were inside out flies. i still can't eat them to this day. :)
I believed that while I slept, there was a man who lived in the light fixture in the ceiling who wore a pith helmet, and if I slept on my back and kept my mouth open, he would throw oranges in my mouth, which would not have been good.
When I was three or four I was convinced I had super binocular vision if i touched my index fingers to my thumbs and held them up to my eyes. I also thought I could disguise myself if I puffed up my cheeks and walked with a limp. Clearly, the neighbors thought I was retarded.
I had a pad of all multi coloured construction paper. I was somehow convinced that each colour was a flavour, too, like blueberry, strawberry, grape, etc. I ate little pieces of the paper and I was quite certain I could detect the subtle nuances of flavour in each one.
MY mom woudl always tell us kids "don't hang your hands out of the car when I'm driving or they will get chopped off"
I grew up thinking there were really creepy people who drove around incars with knives chopping off little kid hands just for kicks.
It never dawned on me until I was an adult that my mom meant that it would happen if she got in an accident.
My brother, it turns out, believed the same thing his whole childhood as well.
I was very little when President Nixon's Watergate scandal happened. My father sat me in front of the television and said "Darling, this is history you need to watch. Our president has been very bad and he's going to get impeached"
I was about three so I thought that they were going to lock Nixon up in a giant peach and I got very upset. I had heard about Peter-Peter Pumkin Eater's wife and I didnt think locking people up in vegatables was nice.
When I was a very small child, for some reason, I pictured God as an enormous, kind looking zebra. Each night, I would say my prayers to a huge zebra! I still have no idea where that came from.
My mom is from Finland, and as a kid I thought it was so cool that I used to talk about it all the time to my teachers. My first grade teacher finally asked me to do a presentation on Finland, complete with drawings of reindeers and Lapp people, and everybody in my class thought that I was making it up - that there was no such place as Finland! I made my mom come in and speak Finnish to everybody, but they thought she was just jibbering and "goo-goo-gah-gahed" at me for the remainder of the school year!
When I was a kid, I was pretty full of myself. I used to believe I posessed the power to open the automatic doors in supermarkets. Of course, only I knew the "right way" to do it.
Also, I believed I was some sort of being from another world, and because I had these magic abilities, people were out to get me to do scientific research.
I used to get two of my younger friends to believe this theory as well.. and whenever we saw somebody drive by on the road slowly, or a plane fly in the sky, I would yell to them, "RUN! IT'S THEM! THEY'VE COME FOR ME! HIDE ME!".
Sometimes I went along with these stories so much, I believed them to be true myself! XD
When I was a girl, I belived that my dolls were alive, but they never moved during the day. Instead, they would wait for night and after it was dark, they would go wandering around the house until dawn when they would return to wherever they had last been set down. That's why as a child, I used to set my stuffed animals on the floor and make sure they were dressed for the weather. I belived that if I didn't, they would be angry and would hurt me while I slept.
Way back before I could read, I used to believe that typewriters were telepathic, and people just hit the keys as fast as they could and the typewriter would write out what you were thinking. So one day, my parents were letting me play with the typewriter, and I thought out a bunch of notes to people and pounded out gibberish with the keys. I then gave the notes to my parents and older children I knew, and thought they were just being mean and pretending that they couldn't read them.
Up to about the age of 8 i never always thought Michael Jackson was a sort of monster and not a human. I don't think i ever asked anyone about this either.So he scared me for quite a while!!!
When I was 5 or 6 my mom would watch game shows all day. Then when Nixon was having his problems she must have watched a lot of the hearings. I remember thinking that our President was on a game show called Watergate?
I used to always look for clouds that were big enough to hid Care Bears -- I believed in them for a long time.
What can I say, I was a child of the 80s.
When I was really little I believed that if the hazard lights turned on when you were driving the car would split in half and one half would turn left and the other right. Needless to say I was terrified of sitting in the middle.
Quaker Oats Porridge had a picture of a quaker on the packaging. He wore a large white cravat-type thing around his neck.
Because it appeared to emerge from underneath his chin and was the same colour as the product in the packaging, I assumed it was a torrent of semi-digested porridge which poured out of a hole in his face.
When I was 7 I was obsessed with all things military. So when my dad told me we were going to Germany for a holiday I became hysterical. I just couldn't grasp that WW2 had ended. I had nightmares for weeks. We ended up going to Cornwall that year.
I used to believe that all roads were perfectly straight. From my too-short-to-see-above-the-dash perspective, I noticed that my mother had to keep turning the wheel (for curves in the road and such) and I remember thinking that something must be wrong with our car.
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