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When I was 2 I just HAD to have my pacifier all the time, my babysitter was trying to get me to stop using it all the time and so she took it when I wasn't looking and when I noticed it was gone she told me that the "angels" took it and god would be mad if I used it becasue I was a "big girl" so I sat up on my bed the rest of the day telling the "angels" in my room that I didn't like them and they were mean.

I would never get up at night to use the bathroom because I was convinced that a short fat man and a tall skinny man, who happened to be scientist,lived under my bed and when I got up they would try to give me a shot on my feet so needless to say I was a bed wetter for a long time and to this day I hate needles

In electric blankets you can feel places where there are connetions in the wires (I don't really know what purpose they serve). Anyway, I was convinced these were penises and that I was sleeping with three of them every night. I never found it that disturbing, just odd that they'd put penises in electric blankets.

i always thought that all my toys had to be put away before i jumped into bed because if they weren't my bedroom floor would turn into a big lake when i shut the lights off i had to run and jump onto my bed because if my feet touched the floor at all the alligators would swallow me and my sister whole.

i used to believe that my mirror reflectoin was my twin and thats why some people had twins, because their reflection had gotten out. i used to always try to pull the my reflection out of the mirror.

when i was little i had a big puffy black dress in my closet. and one night i saw a giant frog standing up in 2 legs in my closet. I threw anything i could find at the frog but it didn't leave so i started screaming "MOMMY" it turned out that it was my dress stuck with a green sweater i had. LOL

talk about being afraid of animals. And since then i've terrified by frogs.

When i was around 5 years old, i had a very imaginitive mind. because of it i wouldn't step on the tiles in my room. mostly because i saw little people and monsters in them and was afraid that would get me my feet for stepping on them. So for a few weeks i jumped from my bed to the outside of my door cause i was afraid of the tiles!! LOL

When I was about seven years old my sister told me that I shouldn't put soap on my skin without wetting it first. She said that she knew a girl who did this and she ended up having to wear summer clothes in the winter and winter clothes in the summer!

I believed that an alligator lived underneath my bed and that if I let my legs or arms dangle, it would bite them off. I also would check each morning to make sure the carpet hadn't turned into the ocean with sharks circling me.

I use to believe that a mirrors were a gate into another dimetion and that you moved a split second faster then the guard on the other side. I would spend hours trying to pass but i was never quick enough.

When I was little I loved a movie called the hugga-bunch. It was a bout these little doll looking kids that liked to hug. When someone was unhappy they would watch you through your mirror, and come out to try and help you. in order to go to their world you had to hug alot in front of the mirror to make it look like clouds were coming out of it. I always wanted to go there...so I would stand in front of the mirror for hours hugging my stuffed animals..and my hugga-bunch doll trying to make my mirror soft. Needless to say I never got the mirror soft. Looking back thinking about dolls watching you from the other side of the mirror is really creepy!

when I was younger about 6 after seeing a movie about a man who lived in this families attic (I think it was A Man In The Attic or something like that)he was sort of evil he killed thier dog after the dog sniffed him out... I thought there was a man in our attic and late at night I would talk to him. I would let him know that I knew he was there and he could live there we didn't care...I would tell him this so he would not kill my family. as it turns out this belief was ill founded as we lived in an apartment in wisconsin and had no attic...I didn't really realize what an attic was I thought everyone had one. But I beleived for many years he was up there and would talk to him and let him know we were friendly and would never kick him out he could live there as long as he wanted and if we found him he was safe living in our attic.

I used to believe that there was a tiny person who lived in my refrigerator who turned the light on when i opened the door, and shut it off when i closed it. I believed this for years until eventually the fridge got old and one day the light didnt turn on and in panic I asked my older sister if the little man in the fridge had died or have moved away and she showed me that the light bulb had blew.

My mom (in what I guess was an attempt to keep me from draining hot water) told me that sinks we not equipped enough to handle boiling hot water and that if i poured boiling hot water down the drain it would explode. TO THIS DAY i cannot pour hot water down the drain without first diluting it with cold water!

When I was a kid, I believed that the way to get to the attic was through the bathroom sink drain. I would stare at the sink for hours trying to figure out how this worked. I finally asked my dad. His response: Counter-clockwise, of course.

This is something my husband shared with me...when he was rather young - 9 or 10, as he was leaving a friend's house, he saw a little "fire" in a tin box he didn't think should be there so he blew it out...needless to say, the next day his friend told him how unbelievably cold it was in the house that night - they even had frost on the windows! (it was winter time) my husband thought he was doing them a favor when he blew out the pilot light on the furnace!!!