at home

After I watched Pearl Harbor with my parents when i was oh 7,8, or 9 i thought that when i tured on the faucet oil would come out and burn and kill me. I was scared to bathe for a few days, but i got over it. It was really scary hearing about the people whose skin came off and all of th people who died.

I didn't understand that you bought a house where you wanted. I thought that when you wanted to buy a house, you would go looking for one. When you found one you liked, then you would trade houses with that family. When we moved, I thought that we traded houses with the other family and I asked them how they liked my old bedroom!

When I was little, my big sister told me that there were secret passages in the walls of the house. She said there was a secret entrance, and the passages went all over the house. She wouldn't tell me how to get in because I was too young. I would spend hours looking for the secret entrance, pressing my ear to the walls and knocking, looking for hallow spots. I never did find it. Hmmph.

I used to believe (like when I was 6 or so)that you had to wait 5 minutes before rinsing the conditioner from your hair in the shower, so whenever I'd have a shower, when I put the conditioner in, I'd wait for a while, then I'd call down to my mom, "IS IT TIME TO RINSE YET??" she had no idea what I was talking about, because I never told her I was having a shower or anything...

Ya know when you're in your room at night and a car drives past your window, then you see the headlights on your wall? Well, until I was 9, I believed that whenever I saw those on my wall, it meant that I was up too late...

I can't remember what age it started at but when I was much younger I believed that in my bathtub there lived an octopus. It terrified me, so I hated taking baths!

Before I was tall enough to see into the washer, I used to think that the close went into a bottomless pit where the fairies magically made them clean and then the washer star-wars style beamed them back up. Now that I think about it, I was a very strange child...

I went to a friend’s spa party, and while I was in their spa I was suddenly busting for a pee. We were playing "spa evictions" so I couldn't be stuffed getting out. I decided to do my wee in there and kept playing. My friend’s mum came out to check on us and some one said generally "Oh I really need to pee" and my friends mum said "No one do it in my spa because this chemical reacts to urine and make a dark blue substance come out onto your pants.” A few people turned red, but not as red as me. When every one else was calling it quits I stayed in and I think people suspected. Eventually I came out of the spa and to my surprise nothing happened to my boardies! My friend told me later her mum always says that coz she hates people peeing in the spa. I never pee in a spa again as long as I live. And also a warning to you all: DON’T STICK YOUR HEAD UNDER THE WATER IN A SPA!

I used to believe that there was a poop monster under my bed and whenever I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth I thought that the monster poop in my mouth when I was sleeping.

i used to think that if you left the TV on all night it would explode. it wasn't until i was about 6 or so when i was watching TV with my grandmother that i dared to ask what would happen. where i got that idea i'll never know.

i just remebered another bathroom belief i had, i didnt ever like to have bubble bath, because i believed there could be tiny shark eggs in the bottle and i would never know until it was too late, and the heat of my bath water would excelerate their growth rate and i still wouldnt know because i couldnt see into the water because of the bubbles. my grandma used to automatically use it, so i always made a hole in the bubbles just to keep an eye on the water, just incase.

when i was younger i used to always over fill the bath and sink, often flooding the bathroom. so my mum told me that there was a mouse that lived in the over flow hole, and if i over filled the bath/sink i would drown the mouse. i believed her until i was about 11, when her and my sister were reminiscing, and laughing about the fact i belived her. if i hadnt caught them, i probably would still believe them to this day!
the other stupid idea that was put into my head when i was little, was that i thought that when i flushed the toilet, something could come out of it and get me, but only when i flushed at night. my way of escaping this was to put the toilet lid down, hold the pully light switch at the same time as the flushing handle, flush, run out of the bathroom as fast as i could until i ran out of light switch cord and pull it to turn it off at the last minute! if anything it kept me fit.

When I was really young I believed that Snuffleuphagus (from Sesame Street) lived under my bed. He was benevolent and kept me safe from marauding monsters.

Unfortunately when I was 5 we moved to Australia and 'Snuffy' didn't come with us.

after i was finished with my bath and the water was draining out, the drain would make a sound which, to me, sounded exactly like a cow moo-ing. i was completely convinced that a farmer had previously lived in our house and after bathing his cow accidentally let it get sucked down the drain.
to this day i wont let any part of my body touch touch the drain if there's water in the tub.

You know when kids have finished brushing their teeth they put the brush under the tap and then suck all the water from it? Probably not, but when I was younger I thought that you could only do that 5 times if you were 5, 6 times if you were 6, and so on, if you did any more your toothbrush would be taken away from you. Obviously.

I used to think scales measured your feet because on time my grandma asked me what i was doing i told her i was measuring my feet and that i had a right to measure my feet to.

when i was little, i was convinced that a big mean biker dude lived under the right side of my bed and watched me and kracked his knuckles when i slept. i never slept on my right side had a fear that if i woke up, this big mean smelly biker dude would see me,throw me on the back of his Harley-davidson and take me away. i'm 15,and in a new room from my childhood one, but i still have a habit of sleeping on my left side. yeah, i'm weird.