I used to believe that burglars came into our house every night to kill us, and the only thing that protected me from them was pulling the covers all the way over my head. This used to get very hot, so I decided that they could not kill me if just my head was showing.

Lilly

I used to believe when a criminal got out of jail and was on probation that he had to go see an officer (or counsilor) once a week AND pass drug tests - or go back to jail. My sister's ex-boyfriend proved the movies and tv shows lied.

no one

This is from the good old times when i was young and innocent and didn't know about french kissing - I always wondered about that strange kind of kisses the people on screen enjoyed and my mother told me it was illegal to kiss each other the "real" (child safe) way on stage and so they did id that way.

usedtobesoinnocent

I used to believe that I was going to jail for tearing the tag of pillow.

Jeff

My stepfather told us a story of a guy named STUBS in Carbon Cliff in IL. At the Mansor Woods boy cubs scout camp. He would tell us that when he was a boy at the camp they were playing in the woods and a little boy got lost when they found him he was tied to a tree with both legs cut off. He said that the kid maid cruches and went around killing and destroying things in and around Carbon Cliff. Which yes the camp burned down shortly after and they said that there was a shadow of someone on chruches seen running away from the camp. Still to this day I hate that Camp site which is now a apartment complex Called Mansor Woods

Amanda IL.

I used to think that my aunt had been in jail. While incarcerated, a rat came up through the toilet and bit her in the butt. As a result, she had a hairy butt. I was terrified of falling in toilets but was still able to use them. I did make sure, however, to SLAM the seatcover shut! PS My aunt was never in jail and does not have a hairy butt(that I know of) I believed this until I was about 10-years old when I made mention of it and my mother corrected me.

Crystal R. in Chicago

I have 4 older brother who were always in trouble one way or another, one time when I was little I heard my mom say my one brother was arrested last night for Jay-walking. I couldnt get the picture out if my head. I didnt understand what it meant. I pictured him walking down the street naked, because I associated the term Jay-walking with the term "Naked as a Jay-bird!" I know better now. :)

Heather in Florida

when i was 4or5 i thought if i was naughty i would get sent to jail.

JESSELEE GWYNNE (VICTORA)

I used to believe criminals were all called Mr. Meaner by a judge if they were caught, because I kept hearing about people charged with misdemeanor crimes on the news.

Paul

when i was little kid when i went to bed at night i would completely cover my body with my stuffed animals because i thought that if a burgler came to my house and he tried to stab me, he would just stab my stuffed animal. yikess! i guess i watched the news too much as a child.

Tami A.

When my father told us about how he was imprisoned and tortured by the Gestapo during the war, (WW2) I believed he once had been a criminal.

Anonymous

I used to believe that in war movies, the soldiers of the bad side (for whichever war was the subject) were played by criminals, and the US side used live ammunition.

Ed

when I was little I asked my mum where robbers and other people in jail came from. Mum said that they weren't people like her and I, that they came from frog spawn. I spent years believing that the tadpoles I collected could turn into nasty people!

Kykaree

I shared a bedroom with my sister and the water tank was in the loft above and it would make shushing noises and I never knew what it was but I thought there were burglars outside our bedroom door whispering shush to each other.

Anon

when i was little, i believed that there was a theft living permanently in our garage. i was always the first person awake in the morning and i would go eat breakfast or watch cartoons all alone while my parents were still sleeping upstairs. and i had that funny rule that if i lighted an odd number of lights, the theft couldn't get out but if i lighted an even number by mistake, he would come out of the garage and kill me.

even now, when i go in the garage, once my business there is done, when i close the light, i immediatly close the door and run upstairs.

Annie