at home

I used to think there was an amusement park ride in the walls of my house. Little people rode on the ride and could watch me sleep at night for entertainment. They would laugh at me because I sucked my thumb.

I believed that a platypus lived under my bed. Well, maybe I didn't actually believe it, but it might have been possible, and one can't be too careful about such things, can one? Anyway, it could climb up if I let the bedclothes touch the floor, so I made sure everything was tucked in. A male platypus has poison "spurs", so it's good to make sure one can't get into your bed.

I used to believe that alligators lived under my bed and the only way I could avoid getting my toes bitten off was to get a running start from across the room, leap into the air and into my bed before the alligators knew I was there. I believed somehow they didn't know how to crawl up into the bed with me

This is not a toilet beleif, but similar. I used to refuse to let the bathwater out of the tub because I was conviced that the drain was a tube that ran straight down and ended in a room and the water poured out on a lion's head and woke him up. I thought one day he would stop roaring at me and just break through the bottom of the tub and eat me.

I thought the gurle of the drain in the bathtub was a lion roaring. I assumed there was a lion in the basement that drank my bath water, and when the last of the water went down the drain, he roared.

One time as a child I had a high fever and was dilerious. My brother Bruce thought it wopuld be funny to get under my bed and slowly pull the covers off of me. I thought there was a witch under my bed that would get you if your skin was exposed. It freaked me out so bad that even now as an adult I have to have at least a sheet covering me.

My beliefe was that the world was alot cooler upside down.when i was 6-8years old i used to lie upside down on the couch,envisioning the cieling was wear we really lived,It seemed so empty up there so... different.No furniture just lights to trip over and windows with very low sills.

For the first 18 years of my life, I thought it was odd that the one thing it was illegal for me to sell or trade was my bathroom weigh scale. What kind of controlled device was it that it couldn't be sold to someone else or traded for something else?

And yet, every one I've ever seen had that label clearly displayed: "Not for Sale or Trade".

It wasn't until I mentioned it out loud that a friend pointed out (amid laughter) that the scale could not be used to *weigh* things for the purpose of pricing them.

I used to believe that if I stared into a mirror long enough then I'd turn into someone else. That belief eventually evolved into me thinking that if I stared long enough I'd see what I'd look like as an adult.

When I was about 6 years old, my mom would tell me that if I wore my rubbers in the house, I would go blind. I would take them off on the porch because I was scared to death to step in the doorway. I realize now that she didn't want me to track mud in the house.

I used to think that The Hamburgler lived under my bed, and would come out and tickle me if I made a noise. I'd lay in bed, trying not to breathe too loudly so I could hear his "Robble! Robble!" before the eminant attack.

Visits to my grandfather's house always included leaving Oreo cookies for the trolls that lived underneath his bed and would only come out at night...There was always excitement when we discovered that the Oreos had been eaten. One evening, I camped out on his floor with a flashlight for what seemed like hours, just trying to catch a glimpse of one of the trolls. I was sure that I could befriend them, if only we could meet.

I used to believe that a gang of monsters lived underneath my bed; and while they were very small, they had the ability to stretch their arms long enough to grab me if I should happen to hang a limb over the side of the bed. Most of the time I envisioned them under there passing the time by playing cards...just waiting for an opportune moment. If I slept with stuffed animals or dolls on either side of me, then they would produce an invisible barrier so that the monsters couldn't get me, but I was obssessive about making sure I was in the VERY CENTER of the bed, because my animals could not protect me should I happen to hang a limb over the side of my bed.

My father made me belief that (I was pretty young) at night all the light was gathered in the refrigerator, so I went out to check just after my parents went to bed and what a surprise it was all there!

When I was a little kid, I would say under ten years old I kept having a dream that there was a door under my bed that lead to some scarry places. So when I wasn't sleeping I was scarred to look under my bed because of that litle door that contains scary things.

Whenever stuff got moved at our house, or lost, my Mom would say "George did it". When I was about 3 I met a friend of my grandparents who was named George, and launched into a little tirade at him about not coming to our house and taking/moving things anymore... But it worked, nothing that got lost at my house was ever blamed on George again.

When I was really young, I used an "imaginary" string to trace my steps through a room. I always used the same path to get from points A to B. I was horrified in an adult broke the string by walking through it.
As a side note, I am very good with directions now and rarely get lost.