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When I was yonguer, I use to believe that a monster live under my bed.
When I was a child I used to believe that my toys in the night when I slept woke up and played among them without my noticing
When I was a child I used to believe that the handle of my parent's bedroom was alive during the night. I could see every night the same show: 2 little metal people were talking about us.
When I was little I used to believe that mirrors were just portals to other dimensions and the other you was just blocking the path for you to get in.
Not me, but my cousin used to think wrinkle cream gave you wrinkles.
When I was a kid I thought that most people did not wear pajamas top bed. Obviously some other people did because pajamas existed and you could buy them in stores. But, for some reason, I thought most people just wrote regular clothes to bed. Our family was different somehow.
I believed that the lady that you heard announcing the time on the phone literally sat at her job in front of a microphone, around the clock without stop, 24/7. I wondered how she ever slept or ate.
As a toddler, I was particularly interested in the secretive little bird that lived inside the cuckoo clock on our living room wall. When he wasn't peeking out of his little door to announce the hour, I believed that he spent most of his time performing very complicated tasks to operate the clock and to keep it running accurately.
I thought that the sign for "babies can't use this toy" which depicted a frowning baby face with a line through it meant "no sad babies allowed".
I once believed I was allergic to bath water, and that i would dissolve into a puddle when touching it - My brother actually told me it so i would be afraid of taking a bath