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When I was 4 or 5, I saw my Dad kill a spider in the hallway. I ran off to tell my Mom, and when I got back to show her, the spider was gone. I decided that when you kill a spider, it will clean itself up by the time you get back. I still hope for spiders to be gone by the time I get back with a tissue.

When i was little my mum convinced me that if a cat spat in my eyes i would go permanently blind.

I had seen the movie Cleopatra and got the idea from that that cobras lived in bowls or boxes of berries because in the movie she pulled it from a box of dates and it bit her. I was always very, very careful when I was eating a box of blueberries, because i was scared that I'd be bitten by a snake.

When My brother Kenneth was about 6 (I was 12) I had told him, as we were around a bunch of roosters that when they say, "Cocka-doodle doo" they were in fact saying, "Kenneth is a poop". He reciently told me (he's now 19) that he was convinced that's what they said, and had thought that for at least 8 or so years after!!

When I was a kid, my mom used to tell me that dogs & cats ate grass because they were bored. Like so many other things she told me, I believed her until I was an adult and found out other wise.

When I worked at a children's camp in France, we told them that they had to tie a piece of string across the bottom of their tent door (about 20 cm above ground). This was to stop the scorpions walking into their tents - they would walk up to the tent, catch the string in their tails and turn around again. Worked well, and every week we got the kids tying string to their tents, until one bright spark asked "but what about the baby scorpions?!"

I'm 15, and I was just browsing the site. I feel insanely stupid, because I came across this one belief that states that they believed chickens and hens were the same breed of bird, and that they were always female, and that cocks were always male.
I too believed this, until about two minutes ago..

When i was about 6 it became apparent that I was allergic to cats. We had a siamese which me and my little sister loved very much. The memories are blurred thanks to age, but my parents told me that 'we gave to pussy to a nice couple in country'. When I was old enough I realized that the cat was put to sleep. I used to tell the story sometimes as an example of the classic tale of pets vs. allergy. When I was about 30, I talked with my folks about the cat, and they told me that actually the cat _was_ donated to a nice couple in the country and they had pictures to prove it. Double standards seem to be sometimes created by your own mind.

I used to believe that all cows were girls and all horses were boys

I used to believe…

That kittens were girls and puppies were boys!!!

Amendments to my belief that hens and chickens were the same breed of bird, and cocks were a different breed.

I forgot to mention that I thought hens and chickens were always female and cocks were always male. Makes you think how the hell they could've reproduced!

when i was little, i never liked bugs. my dad once told me that there were a lot of bigger bugs than what i have seen in the house. i started to think about it, and thought there were gigantic grasshoppers 20 feet high that would rampage down the freeway. i never liked going on the freeway.

We convinced my younger Brother, Mark that the sea gulls weren't calling aaark, but they were calling Maaarrrk and were going to get him. You'll be glad to know that he has recovered against the odds into a well adjusted adult.

I used to believe that when I slept, if my ears and nose weren't covered that a spider would crawl into my brain and mess with my brain and kill me. To this day I still can't sleep without my ears and nose being covered, but I'm not that scared of spiders.

When I was younger, I use to believe that cats & dogs had special langauge all their own and thats why when one dog was barking all the other dogs in the neighborhood would start barking and so on.

My parents became very concerned however, when they would discover me sitting crosslegged in front of my dog or the neighbors cat coaxing it to "teach" me it's secret language so I could properly communicate.

My grandma always told us that if the window wasn't closed all the way, there'd be a draft in the house. Not knowing what a draft was, I thought she meant that there'd be a "giraffe" in the house. I don't know how many days I cracked the windows hoping I'd have a new pet when I got home from school.