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When i was about 9 i thought that mirrors really showed the souls of people they sucked into them!

I used to believe that you could hit glass with a hammer and it would turn into wood in a circle where the hammer head hit it! It was from when we were getting our house added onto.

For a couple of years when I was about 7, we had to live in the outback (I'm Australian) so my Dad could get work with the local mining company. We rented an old 'house' (more like a shed really), with little by way of indoor plumbing. We had two working taps and what is called a 'long drop' toilet. This basically consisted of an outdoors shed, with half an oil drum (with a toilet seat on it) on some loosly placed planks which rested on top of an abandoned Opal mine shaft. As a kid I was terrified of going to the toilet because (among other things) I believed the mine shaft was actually a portal to Hell and that if I 'went' at the wrong time, the devil would look up, see my butt and drag me down there with all the poo-demons. As I grew older, this developed into a more simple and realistic fear of the planks collapsing and me falling down the mine shaft-'O-Crap and drowning horribly. For years I only went to the toilet at school - and on weekends, I went to my friends houses to 'visit'. To this day whenever I use a modern toilet, in a moment of reflection, I quietly give thanks...

In my bathroom there were 2 mirrors, one in front and one in back on a door. I use to beleive that if you could see yourself mant times multiplied in the mirror then at the very end was a little person waving at you. But I could never see that far....

I used to believe that at night, a man came through a trap door under my bed and waited for me to fall asleep so he could reach up and grab me. I always put my teddy bear in bed next to me and if I would wake up the next morning with the teddy bear on the floor (which it always was because I would roll over and it would fall off) then I would know that the man tried to grab me but got the teddy bear instead.

I used to think that there were Indians living in my parents bedroom who could only be awoken by the sound of a flushing tiolet. So after going to the bathroom, I would wash my hands first then simultaneouls flush the toilet and open the door to run down the stairs. They would come running out with their bows and arrows but I was always to quick for them.

I used to believe that my ceiling had giant razor blades hidden in it. They would come down around the four sides of my bed while I was sleeping and any body part that hung over the bed would get chopped off. I have no clue why I thought this, I guess I just had a really active imagination.

When I was about 13, I watched way too many horror movies, and for some reason I used to think that Jason fron the Friday the 13th movies, Michael Myers from the Halloween series, and Alfred Hitchcock were hiding in my room and would "get" me if I didn't turn on the light when I went in. This was made worse by the fact that I didn't have an overhead light in my room and had to walk all the way over to the lamp next to my bed and would close my eyes until I turned it on, convinced that they couldn't get me if I couldn't see them.
For some reason, I was never scared of Freddy Krueger.

It was long ago so I don't quite remember it. Someone told me once there are worms living in the tap. I haven't believe it and one day I've put my finger in the tap, it had stuck. When my grandma helpt me take it out I had a wound on it. For some time I believed there are finger-biting worms living in the tap.

I used to believe everything was alive, absolutly everything. Chairs, tables, carpet, even cooked vegetables. I used to cry when things broke or I had to throw out little things like paper or pencils. So I hoarded everything until my mom came in with this big garbage bag and cleaned everything up. To this day i still get upset when people throw around objects and sometimes (this is crazy) I still even talk to them.

While visiting family in Italy at age 6, I asked my mom what the bowl next to the toilet was for. She told me it was a water fountain. When I proceeded to lean over to take a drink, she about tackled me. It wasn't until many years later that I discovered it was a bidet for washing your privates.

I used to believe…

over the summer, if i didn't go to camp and stayed at home my mom would make me clean up and wash dishes everyday. i'd keep the house clean but i could not stand washing dishes. so i'd fill up the wash tub with soap and water (plenty of bubbles so you can't see the bottom) and put a few clean dishes on the other side to make it appear as if i had washed and dried the dishes. she was proud of me every night.

when I was 4, I used to believe every night when I went to bed, that robbers, kidnappers, and murderers were waiting under my bed for me. So I believed that if I yelled and talked to them, "I know you're under there! Go away!" and all sorts of gibberish, that they'd believe they were found out and would have to leave.

My uncle once told me that little green men live inside a dish washing machine and clean your dishes when it is on. I would sit infront of the dishwasher till it's done to try and see the little green men, but as soon as I opened the door they would all go back into hiding.

i used to believe that the label applied to pillow that read do not remove except by consumer penalty of law. meant that im would be arrested if it came off so every time my pillow case came off i would hurry and put it on so it wouldnt fall off, it was really worn from washing so i thought if it fell off it would be my fault.

My mum told me, when i was about 6 years old, that she had started a baby sitting circle. I took this to mean that she had invented the entire concept. Imagine how proud I was when the film "The Baby Sitter" was released.
I am still proud of my mum and still a little naive.