at home

I'm 17 now and, thankfully, have slightly more sense now. When I was 3, I would stay at my grandma's house quite often. She hated bugs and would flush them down the toilet when she found them. One day, I was misbehaving quite badly and Grandma told me she was going to flush me down the toilet like she had done to a cricket earlier that day. This traumatized me and a few weeks later, my parents were trying to wash my hair in the kitchen sink, but couldn't figure out why I would scream and slap at them when I saw the drain. After my grandmother heard about this, she confessed what she had said to me on that terrifying day at her house.

When I was little, my bedroom had this wallpaper on it. It was white, with sort of a beige plaid pattern on it. This pattern resulted in a whole bunch of two inch squares all over the walls. One night, while lying in bed, it occured to me that they looked an awful lot like buttons. After poking a few, I thought that it was probably a disguise to hide a real button, one that would open my very own secret passage in the wall! Unfortunately, this beleive came crashing down when my mom took it all off to paint my room a much prettier design.

In my downstairs bathroom, there is a boiler with a red light and a green light. Next to the red light were the words "Power On" and next to the green light it said "Demand". I (not being able to spell very good at that age) thought that "demand" said "demon". I thought that when the green light was on the Demon was coming t get me and whenever I used the toilet I used to force it all out quickly and run before the green light came on and the Demon would come and get me. I often ran from the bathroom with my pants still down! *blush*

I used to think that cutlery had gender and that the reason the fork (male) was on the opposite side of the plate from the other silverware was that he kept trying to "run away with the spoon (female)" .The knife (male) was next to the spoon facing away from her in order to protect her from the fork running around the plate and grabbing her.

there was place in the window beside my bed where a wooden beam had fallen out, so there was a window twice as tall as the others. Of course, there was a hole where the beam fit that looked similar to a keyhole. I used to think that if I could just find the right key, I could put it in that "keyhole" and the window would open and I could go live with faeries and leprechauns and such. I was a strange kid

So when i was maybe 5 or 6, i had this massive mess under my bed... and i was firmly convinced that there was a secret entrance under there somewhere that would take me to the land of the "little people" (a belief not helped by a winnie-the-pooh episode with much the same plot!). i dreamed constantly at night about going there and living among the little people and having a delightful time, and i somehow percieved the dreams to be actual nighttime visits. i thought the reason i couldn't get there when i tried during the day was because the little people hid the entrance. needless to say, i was heartbroken when i turned 7 and discovered i was too big to fit under the bed.

I used to think that there were 3 mini burglars under my bed that looked like golem with Zorro outfits. They were up to no good and were evil. It took 10 min's of trying to jump as far as poss away from the bed to the door to get my Mum to rescue me. Funny enough she could never see them.

I used to think that only girls could take baths, and only boys could take showers, because I only ever saw my mother in the bathtub and my dad only took showers. I got really freaked out one day when my sister said she was going to take a shower; I thought she was breaking the law.

When I was 5-9 I used to think that if you were in bed at night and you got out of bed a wolf would come and eat your legs. You were only safe once you got out of your room. It was actually pretty creepy cuz my room was always dark so you couldnt see the floor-just darkness. So if I had to go to the bathroom at night, I would gather up my courage and make a dash for the door, trying to touch the floor as little as possible. (Sometimes I would wait over 30 mins in bed to get the courage to get out.

ok, after taking a bath, when you take the drain plug out, it makes that wierd noise, right? so my little sister and I were sure it was a crocodile that lived under our bath. i'm not sure why, i doesn't even sound like a crocodile, but it never really bothered us.

Up to age 8, I thought that in mirrors there was a whole different world where there was an exact copy of you and everyone you knew. Well, my grandparents had this huge mirror. I wondered what I was like in "Mirror Land", so one day I started putting notes behind the mirror, between itself and the wall, thinking the "mirror me" would read it. I sat there for hours waiting for "mirror me's" note to come out of thr mirror. At age 12, I still think mirrors are a little creepy.

Whenever I hurt myself on a piece of furniture, my dad would always yell at the piece of furniture for hurting me. Sometimes he would pretend to hit it back. To this day if I stub my toe, bang my hand or knee, I scream at the piece furniture, call it all sorts of foul names and hit it back. It is never my fault. The coffee table should get out of my way.

Until my adolescent years, I believed that if you went into the shower on one side of the curtain, you had to leave on the same side. If you left the shower on the other side, you would be in another evil dimension.

When i was small 'bout 5 or 6 I alway's
slept in the middle of the bed because I thought if I got to close to the edge
the monsters would take me down with them and i'll turn into a monster!!! CRAZY!!!

When I was little I use to believe that the middle part where the water comes out from on the shower head was an eye looking at my naked body. So I use to wear shorts in the shower so the eye couldnt see my private parts.
Till this day I still wear shorts in the shower. I'm 34.

Like some children, I used to believe that I would get sucked down the drain in the tub. Do you want to know why I thought that? My sisters, who are 10 and 12 years older than me, hid in closets and used to yell "Help me! Help me! I slipped down the drain!" There I was, running to every drain in every sink and tub in our house, crying "I'll save you! I'll save you!" I should send them the bill for all the therapy I've received over the years!

I used to believe the little girl in the mirror had a life of her own. I wondered if she went to school, fought with her parents, if she had any brothers or sisters. I always wondered if she was happy or sad and why she always copied everything I did with the other side of her body.