animals

when I was little we had alot of gerbils (kinda like hamsters with long tails) and one day I was walking byt them and I saw them rolling around in their nest . I thought they were killing eachother so I asked my mom to come and help .( I was 4 ) When my mom came she told me the hampsters were making babies ... I asked how they could do that and she said that I wouldnt understand . I told her I would get mad if she didnt tell me and that I would cry . So she said that if they kissed and snuggled they'd have a baby . Later that day forgetting this factor I picked up my gerbil whose name was ( i dont memba lets just say snowy) and i started snuggling with her she was so warm and her fur was so soft ...It was after I kissed her that I remembered what my mom said . I went screaming to her and told her that I was going to give birth to a baby gerbil . She then sat me down and explained the " gerbils and the bees"

When iI was a child Iused to believe that when children's teeth fell out they had to put it under the pillow and "the little mouse" would take it and leave a coin instead. I used to leave it a message because I wanted to meet it. Then, at school my teacher revealed that the little mouse did not exist. When I came back home I asked my mother and then I concluded that it was the same for Father Christmas. I was very sad.

this ones wierd. my sister actually believed that if you put bird seed in a cup with cotton buds and watered it, it would grow into a egg which will hatch into a bird.it probally didnt help that i kept putting an egg in the cup the next day.

I grew up in an old farmhouse with old windows. We were always squishing bugs. Sometimes, my Mom would sometimes just flush them down the drain without squishing them, a practice that I was always very leery about. I was sure (and am still not entirely UNSURE) that all we were doing was contributing to the creation of a super-race of bugs that would be much more resilient to our squishing and flushing practices.

Looking back at it, the belief that dogs eat cats is a pretty funny idea. I used to believe it myself.

My parents said athletes foot was caused by being wet.

I believed them.

I figured the tropical fish must be in agony. I found the Desenex and cured them. I figured a couple shakes a fish.

My parents were a little upset when they found them.

I used to believe that if we eat Pork, we will become Pork like.

My older brother, a vet, brought home the hind leg of a horse for my birthday - in july when i was 7. I truly believed that he would be able to collect more bits for me and sew them all together and 'boost' its heart so that i'd have my very own pony!! I was devastated 3 weeks later when no more limbs had arrived and my 'horse' dissappeared from the garden - my parents had deemed it unhygienic and disposed of it!

I remember being frightened out of my wits while watching Tarzan on TV. The idea of being eatn by a vicious lion horrified me. I asked my Father if a lion would really eat a person and he laughed and told me not to worry becuse they run right past the kids and only eat the grown-ups. I believed it!!!

My Dad told me that the sheep in Wales (a mountainous country to the west of England for those that don't know)(!) had evolved shorter front legs and longer back legs than sheep from the lowland areas. This was to enable them to keep their stomachs level whilst grazing on the mountain sides... I believed this for rather a long time!

I used to believe that roadrunners were about 4 feet tall (Thanks Bugs Bunny and Wile E. Coyote!). The we went to visit my Grandmother in Arizona when I was about 7 or 8 and was quite suprised to see a real roadrunner!

Whenever there was a spider, I would scream for my mother to come and kill it. Sometimes she would squish them and other times she would flush them down the toliet. That's what bugged me. Now I have this fear of having a spider crawl up the toliet and get me. I'd always try to get "my business" done as fast as possible.

When I was very small, I over-heard an adult conversation. My next door neighbour was crying and told my mum 'it was burglars..they came last night'
I believed for a long time that a burglar (beargular) was a real bear that wore black.
I never read Goldilocks again, didn't want my mum to buy porridge, and I suffered a recurring nightmare for a long time about three bears wearing black coming in to my bedroom looking for porridge.

It was many years before someone shattered my belief that dogs were males and cats were females!

When I was in early grade school, my parents were on a very tight budget. It was so tight that my Mom used to have my father and I bring home our ziplock bags. She'd wash them out each evening and hang them up on the shower curtain rod to dry over night. Since the bathroom was right next to my parents room, they had taught me to never turn on the bathroom light when I had to use it at night... Bet you can see where this is going... One night I went in there saw the bags hanging on the rod (throught the very dim window light) and freaked! I thought that they were BATS! For months following that incident I was afraid to go to the bathroom at night - even though I knew it was just those darn ziplock bags! <grin>

I use to think cats were evil and would scratch you at night and bite you.