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when I was little I thought I was the only person who pooed, and my parents payed all the stores and resturants to install toilets just for me.
I used to think that if you went to the "bathroom" you peed and if you went to the "restroom" you just sat down and rested. . .
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When I was about 7 or 8, my grandfather visited a farm. I had to use the restroom, and two doors said "pointers" and "setters." Well, I didn't have a clue, so I just guessed "pointers." Oops!
When I was a kid I overheard my Mom talking on the phone to her cousin. The cousin's husband apparently had to have hemorrhoid surgery, and I heard my Mom say it was caused by "staying on the toilet too long." The only thing I could figure out was that the poo made poison fumes that wafted up to his bottom and made a disease on it.
my mum grew up on a farm with a long-drop (ie no plumbing) toilet. a guy would come each week to replace the bucket that held all the toilet waste. anyway, my mum always thought the guy just came with a huge wooden spoon to scoop out all the poo etc and never changed the bucket. she thus thought this was the most disgusting job of all.
My Dad told me that the Queen of England had a solid gold toilet and a special servant to wipe her backside.
I used to pretend that the bathroom was a time machine and as soon as I sat on the toilet I would be transported to another place in time.
I used to believe that there was a time limit whilst using the loo.
I used to believe that 'to let' signs were advertising near by toilets!
I used to believe that the signs which said 'To let' were signs for toilets that had been mis-spelt!
The huge signs displayed around cities saying 'To Let' were, I thought considerate people telling you that that there was a toilet very near by. I would look around the area for the toilet, just out of interest, but wondered why I couldn't find the toilet.
I used to believe that my dead gran was in my toilet, just beyond the u bend. This was because when she died I was told that she had gone where my goldfish had, and I'd seen them flushed down the loo. I would sometimes sit with my head down the pan telling my gran what was going on!
I remember the first time I used the urinals at infant school - when I went to wash my hands and turned the tap on, the urinal "showers" came on at the very same moment. I spent several break-times trying to convince other kids that they could wash in the urinal by turning the tap on. Needless to say, it never did work a second time.
I used to believe that a little boy lived under my house and ate all the poop 'cuz he had nothing else to eat.
When I was at kindergarten we used to get a day a year where they hired clowns to entertain the kids. One night I had a bad dream, in which one of said clowns drowned in a toilet. On recounting this to my kindergarten teacher, she told me that there was a monster in every toilet that only eats clowns. I believed every word of it and to this day I associate clowns with lavatorial drowning. The woman scarred me for life!
I used to think the suction of an aeroplane toilet was large enough to suck your kidneys and spleen out.
I used to think that when i flushed the toilet, the waste water would eventually come back to the fawcett that fed our bath tub. Therefore, every time I had a bath I checked first before getting in the tub to make sure there weren't any turds floating around.
When I was a KID (5 OR 6yo) I thought the reason we had to use the toliet was to feed the fish that we flushed.
When I was little I thought that when you flush the toilet it would come out of other bathroom pipes if they were turned on. I would never start to brush my teeth until after the toilet stopped making noise. To this day I can't brush my teeth or take a drink of water from the bathroom sink if I have just flushed the toilet.
My primary school had normal sized loos for the infants and kids sized ones in the juniors. I thought that they had bigger loos in the infants as infants tend to chuck up more.
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