animals

My mother thought I was brain damaged because I could never see the dragon flies even when other people did. That is because I thought they were miniature dragons flying around who were green with little flames shooting out their nostrils.

I believed that as a child you should always sleep with your pets. My mother only let me have pet worms, slugs or snails. I let them out of the jar to sleep with me every night...but sometimes I rolled over them. I would wake up in the morning thinking that they had crawled back home.

I used to beleive that animals that hibernated in the winter would just lay on the ground and fall asleep. That when the snow would hit them it would make them lose consciousness. I was afraid to walk around outside because I was scared i was gonna step on a bear or another animal.

I used to believe, if I put one of the eggs from the fridge my mum got from the supermarket, into our airing cupboard, it would hatch into a chick... I would check it everyday for it's progress

My grandpa once told me that if I put salt on birds wings, then they could no longer fly. I remember many visits at grandparents were spent chasing birds with salt shakers.

i used 2 think ostriches didnt have wings

When I was a kid, I got a fake fur coat one Christmas. My dad told me it was my mink coat. So, for a couple of years, I believed that mink was synonymous with polyester. I told my friends this, and they chased me around screaming that I had killed a polyester for my coat.

When I was around 3 my dog Sparky got hit my a car and died. I did not know this, and when I asked "Where's Sparky?" the only answer I got was "He's with God now" To which I was upset, that this guy named God had my dog. "Where does God live?" I asked. My mom pointed up and said "He lives up there."
For quite a while I thought this strange guy named God lived up in my attic with my dog.

When I was about 5 we moved to a new house, which scared the willies out of our (already timid) cat, Roger. Every time he heard a noise he'd run to hide, and his favourite hiding place was inside our electronic organ (there was an opening above the volume-pedal...) Well, for a while there, I was pretty convinced that inside our organ was this giant cat-city where Roger was royalty, and the reason he went there so often was because his feline subjects needed him.

Actually, despite the fact that I grew out of that belief, I still felt a twinge of surprise when I actually looked inside the organ, and instead of the vast, softly lit city I'd always imagined, there was...the back of the pedals and keys, and a whole lot of dust. Bit of a disappointment, actually,.

Up until I was about 8 years old, I believed that all dogs were male and all cats were female. Then, when my friend got a dog for her birthday, I suggested she name it Grover (for whatever childish reason). She looked at me funny and said, "But she's a girl!" :) There goes that theory!

I used to believe that all cats were female and all dogs were male.
I also believed that the monsters would eat me if I didn't have my cat with me at night. I thought that all monsters were afraid of cats!!!
And I was also convinced that my cat told my mom about all the naughty stuff I did, so I never misbehaved in front of her...

My Great Grandma used to tell me if I could put salt on a birds tail it would be my pet. I can remember doing a lot of bird chasing when I was young. I also wasted a lot of salt.

When I was younger I found a tic on the back of my leg. Well I knew that tics were blood suckers and I also knew that Vampires were blood suckers. I sreamed at my cousin to pick the tic off but she wouldnt. So I ran screaming through the house that the tic was going to drain my blood and I was going to die. My grandma picked it off and all was well once I learned the truth.

My brother, who was a year ahead of me in school and I thought at the time much smarter, told me when I was in about first or second grade that if you bit your tongue really hard, it would create an electric current through your body and if ants tried to bite you, it would kill them!! I only needed a couple of ant bites to disprove his theory!!

I used to believe that when crows and/or ravens were flying overhead you could, if you closed your eyes and concentred, transfer your body and mind into the birds, and when you re-opened your eyes you could see the world as they saw it, while soaring above and looking down. I think I actually did that!!!

I used to think that hummingbirds had to flap their wings to keep their heart beating. So, I would run around the yard and make sure that they didn't land, so they didn't die.