at home

Me and my sister slept in bunk beds, me on bottom, Heather on top. I believed that since I was on the bottom, it was my job to support the top bunk with my legs so that Heather's bed wouldn't collapse. We'd get all ready for bed, and then I would insist that I get in bed first so that I could get my legs ready. My mom went along with it. Heather would get in bed and I'd get lay there with my covers on and my feet "holding" up the bed. My mom would keep checking back to see if we were asleep and she said my legs would stay up until I finally fell asleep. And when I'd wake up, I'd think "Phew. Somehow the bed stayed up even though my legs are down here now."

When I was little about 4 years old I used to think that the mirror was a video camera and Iused to use my toothbrush to show all the people watching that I could really sing. Even though I believed this I knew the people didnt want to watch my mom so the video camera turned off when I walked out of the bathroom

I used to believe there were snakes under my bed. That is why I couldn't let my arms hang down by the side, because snakes would bite me. I also thought there were witches flying around the ceiling, so I had to pull the covers up over my head, sleeping on the side, so I could have my face exposed to breathe.

When I was about 6, my grandmother told me I'd better not open the closet in her living room because the devil lived in there. I was so scared of opening that door and finding a portal to hell that even after she died, when I was 24, I still refused to open the closet, which I later learned contained quilts and pillows.

i grew up in a very country area & my mom has a little bit of an accent. it wasn't until probably jr high or high school that i realized that what i had been hearing as "chester drawers" was actually "chest of drawers". i thought that maybe the piece of furniture was invented by some guy named chester. it certainly makes more sense now. move over jessica simpson!

I was helping my grandmother clean her house, and she commented on how shiny all her boy and girl figures were. ( I found out later they were Hummels) I told her it was because I used the porcelin jelly on them. She asked me to show her this 'magic substance' and was horrified to find out it was petrolem jelly (Vaseline). Some of her figures were to 'clean' to be saved.

When I was little I always slept with my blankets over my ears because I was afraid that something would get in my ears. I watched that Star Trek movie one too many times!

The first time I ever watched Chuckie I was afriad that chuckie would be under the couch or undermy bed or in my closet and if he was under my bed then he would take his knife and stick it through my bed and kill me.

I used to believe that there was a clown living under my bed, just like in Poltergeist, and if I let my feet or arms hang off the bed the clown would pull me under and eat me. To this day clowns still freak me out!

i used to believe that inanimate objects were happiest among thier own kind and that if i threw away a peice of paper, id better put it near another peice of paper in the trash, cuz itd be happier.

when i was 4 i believed that the kids from Zoom would somehow sneak under my bed in the night to suprise me. every morning i woke up and checked under there before i left the room.

When i was little i used to check the bathroom closet before i used the bathroom to make sure there wasnt a kidnapper in there.

when i was little i used to think that if i didnt sleep with my socks and shoes on a monster would come in my room and eat my feet.

When I was a kid around 8 years old, if I got in trouble...it was called "GO TO YOUR ROOM, YOU ARE IN TROUBLE" My mom, dad and I moved to California. I met friend down the street who was part Chumash Indian. I called one day to see if she could come over to play and her mom said she was "grounded." I was horrifed because I had never heard that term before. All I could imagine was Kathy buried up to her neck in their backyard with birds pecking her eyes out.

when i was younger i remember having to take a run up to jump on my bed when i went to bed at night. i used to beleive that if i walked up to my bed something would grab my feet from under my bed and pull me under and pull me under.

When I was little, my grandpa had me convinced that the rope for manually opening the garage door was actually used to collapse the entire house. I used to wonder how to pull it and still escape being crushed by the falling roof.