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I had a roommate that believed (when she was a child) that there were people that worked in the "poopie factory" and they would clean the water. She thought they lived under the ground below the toliet, so she would flush letters and candy to them so they would not get lonely. She said the toilet was constantly clogged and her Dad always wondered why.
When I was getting potty trained as a toddler, i used to believe that potty training was being put onto a train that had alot of toilets until you knew that you wouldn't go in your pants anymore.
When I was little my mom used to but those things you put in the toilet to make the water turn blue. Well my brother once told me that it was make out of Smurf's (For those who don't know Smurfs are blue cartoon characters) and every time I would go it would make me cry.
I used to believe that there was a time limit whilst using the loo.
One day, when I was about four or five, my aunt came to visit and after a while excused herself and said the was going to "the lavatory". I'd never heard it called that before, so immediately I put my shoes on and asked if I could go with her -I'd never been there before! *groan* I'm almost 22 now and it's still brought up at every family gathering...
I used to think that a toilet was alive and that it only flushed when it was hungry. At my school there was constantly something gross or wierd in the toilet and that it didnt flush because it wasnt hungry or it didnt want to eat the gross stuff. And I thought that when toilets flooded it meant they had eaten something gross and were barfing it out.
As the oldest sibling of six, all under eight at one time, I took great thrill in the bath room visit, should we all go somewhere together, I the oldest, had to take each child to the bathroom. I would enjoy letting them know, that if they didn't hurry (usually my supper would be getting cold) that there was a little button on the floor I could step on and they would be flushed away.
An older cousin of mine, when she was about six, was under the impression that every night a man had to come into everyone's house to remove the poop that had accumulated in the back of the toilet. This man was called the Plumber, and he carried a large vacuum that he would insert into the toilet to suck everything out in reverse. If you ever happened to be on the toilet in the middle of the night when the Plumber appeared, he would surely suck your butt off without noticing. She told me this several times, although I was never sure if I should believe her or not.
When I was little, (four to five) I would believe that some kind of monster (for some reason he was nice) would eat everything you put into the toilette, and for some reason, he really liked poop. So I'd talk to him while I was on the toilette and say "I'm pooping hard for you so you'll get full"
I also had an uneasy feeling like he would eat my butt if I didnt poop or pee enough.
Needless to say, I dont talk much to the monster in the toilette anymore. (Ok, maybe once in a while, to make sure I'm on his good side. =)
I used to think (and still kinda do) that if I flush the toliet and I am running water that nasty/contaminated water will come out so I try not to intersect the two...lol
-i'm 16 lol.
I used to think that the automatic tolets were controled by people who were looking at you through a camara.
My sister convinced me that the water in toilets was recycled into drinking water. This was confirmed when some kids at school flushed an ant farm down the toilet. There were ants coming out of the water fountain (for real, I'm not making this up).
When I was little I used to think that a restroom was a place where you would sit down and rest. I imagined a luxurious room full of coutches, pillows, and blankets.
One time on a family trip to Disneyland, my mom asked us if anyone needed to go to the restroom. I was very tired- we had been walking around all day- so I said that i needed to go. I was very confused when my mom took me into the grungy bathroom and wondered where all the coutches were.
My Mom used to tell me that when I flushed the toilet, the "toilet farie" would magicly give me a dollar outside the bathroom door.
She would be standing outside the bathroom door kind of at the side and than when she heard it flush she would throw a dollar at the door and sneak away.
When I was little, I didn't understand why my mom told me to wash my hands after going to the bathroom - I honestly believed it was because toilet paper was somehow poisonous.
Until I was six or so I thought you were only supposed to use one square of toilet paper per time at the toilet. I would tear it off really carefully and sometimes separate the layers, to give me more surface area to wipe with. This worked only marginally well for piss, but for poop, it was almost impossible to wipe everything off! I must have been a stinky little child...
i used to think that in cuba there were no toilets. i thought that little machines would follow people around sucking up pee and poop.
When I was about 5 I used to belive that the story of 'Mary and Joshep' they told me in sunday school was untrue because I I didn't know how they would go to the toilet. I realiosed a few years later that 'proper' toilets hadent even been invented then.
This actually wasnt too long ago.
The Miami Airport washrooms had gone high tec when they introduced these "hands-free flushable toilets", that I didnt know about at the time....
Turns out that after using the facility all of a sudden it roared! I jumped out of the stall horrified, pointing out to my mom that the toilet had flushed itself. She laughed and said "thats because on the other side of the wall there are these men that watch you and wait for you to finish so they can flush the toilet."
...I'm amazed that for the longest time i actually believed that.
I convinced my brother that when I flushed the toilet all the contents of the toilet would come up into the tub if he didn't hold down the plug....he believed me too!
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