at home

When I was around 5 my mom told me to always clean up becuase germs where alive and every where but you cant see them. So for awhile after that I would arm myself with Clorox and would constantly clean myself.

I used to believe that in the middle of a hot tub there was a big whirlpool that would suck me in and never let me go if I crossed the hot tub. I think I got this idea from my mom telling me once not to swim in the middle of a hot tub.

I used to believe that the fire place surround had several nuggets of gold between the stones until years later I caught an aunt polishing them with brass cleaner

When I was a little girl, my parents always had my bed in the corner of the room. When I would go to sleep, sometimes I would be worried about "boogie-men" of sorts. I would be afraid to put my back to the door, incase they came in through there, they could sneek up on me that way. But I didn't want to lay faceing the door either, because they could come up in between my bed and the wall behind me. So I would pile all my stuffed animals around me and one "pillow bug" with legs on my head, with it's legs placed over my face so that I could still see out. I got over it sooner or later.

In the bathtub there was a dried drop of paint, but I believed it was a porthole to where Peter Rabbit lived. I was always afraid the mean gardener would come through the porthole and see me naked.

I used to believe..and it still scares me sort of till this day..that when i got in the bath tub..and stayed in there too long..Jaws(shark) would bust up through the bathtub and eat me. ..lol...the damage of shark movies.

If it was night time I always jumped on my bed for fear of the mudd munster eating my shins off.

This monster was strangely conjured up by my mind by combining the monsters from Teddy Ruxbin and the horrible 'coooooooh...' snore sounds my dad made that could be heard across the hall.

I use to be deathly afraid of those knob water fossets because I use to panic and not know which way to turn them and I was afraid the knobs would come off and water would squirt everywhere and somehow would come in contact with a toaster and electicute me. I also was afraid of the water reaching the overflow dranage holes thinking it would come out the bottom and spill everywhere.

When me and my family movd into our new house i was 10 and my sister was 8 1/2. The basement bathrooms wallpaper looked like the wallpaper in Willy Wonka and The chocolate factory where they licked it and a schnozberry tasted like a schnozberry and so on. Well my siter and were convinced and we spent hours licking the wallpaper, but never tasted a thing.

I used to believe that those "smelly markers" were made from flavoured juice, and sucked on quite a few of the tips only to realize that they didn't taste anything like they smelled!

My 4 yr. old daughter has a panic attack if anyone pulls the drain plug out of the drain of the bathtub while she is in it because she believes that she will go down the drain with her bathwater. I used to believe the same thing when I was little and thought it was neat that she did too!

I used to believe there were black panthers that lived under my bed. Since it was dark under my bed, they must have been black, the better to blend in. I thought they would swipe at my feet with their claws as I got into bed. When I would return from the potty in the middle of the night I would run all the way down the hall and leap into bed so they couldn't get me.

I used to be certain that if my parents would go up and look in our crawl space, they would find a playhouse for me up there. I imagined it as a sort of flat yellow plastic bundle, but when my parents set it up in our front yard it would be quite big, with multiple rooms, and even a refrigerator, and I would be able to live there.

I also used to stare at my mother's sewing machine, thinking if I just knew which levers to push, gumballs would come out. But I knew she would yell at me if I touched it, so I never tried.

My dad was pretty sick of the ‘why’ question by the time I was 5 or 6 so he started making things up just for a laugh. In Kindergarten or 1st grade we were discussing how a thermostat works and I corrected the teacher because she had it all wrong. My father told me that there was a little man down in the cellar in the furnace and when he got cold he turned it on and when it got warm he turned it off. The thermostat just told him we were a little cold so he could warm us up. I refused to shut up about the little man in the furnace until my teacher called home and my dad had to tell me the truth as far as I could understand it. You have to realize that my father was the smartest man I the world and he would never lie to me.

Ya…I did the same to my daughter for years :)

When my husband was little, he used to think lions lived under his bed. (his mom read him the book,"daniel in the lions den"(biblical story)and he would always make a runing dash flying almost, to get in to bed being sure not touch the floor! landing in his bed safe at night.still to this day, he won't hang any part of his body over the edge of the bed, or let his feet going a tad under the bed while standing.

I used to believe that I had monsters under my bed, and in the daytime they were just all around the house. They were very, very stupid and gullible, though, so I would tell them:
"You can't get me because I'm on the toilet, and I can't defend myself so it wouldn't be a fair fight." My monsters, despite being monsters, didn't want to be unfair. There were so many rules as to when they could get me, such as they couldn't when I was with someone else so long as I was touching the person, or if I had my eyes closed, or if I was smiling, (?) or even if I was constantly talking! I would just have to say a bunch of random words nonstop. For each of these I had a logical reason why they couldn't get me.
Eventually I decided that I was overdoing it, so I would instead tell them: "You can get me in ___ seconds." and count really slowly. "One, one and a quarter, one and two quarters.." If I was counting to, say, 10, I would also pretend to forget where I was once I got to nine. I'd say: "Oh, wait, where was I? I think it was two, wasn't it?" And then I'd start over, and by the time 10 came around again I would be safe with my parents!

When I was little, my dad informed me that our garage had black widow spiders in it, and I thought that when I turned off the garage light and went back into the house, millions of spiders would come pouring out to get me.

The plumbing in our home used to have a lot of air in it so the water would sputter and spurt as it came out. This made me terrified to take a shower, every time the water would spurt I thought it was the Blob oozing through the pipe to eat me. My mom let me watch scary movies as a child, can you tell?