Until I was 10, I believed that my pillow was
shouting to me (when my father said so) that I should come to him (it?) and sleep. My pillow was truly alive. I always ran to my pillow without hesitation, and must have been an exemplary child.
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I used to believe the dustballs that collected under the bed would roll together at night until they formed one big fuzzy monster and could lean over the bed and eat me. Sometimes they'd roll out from under the bed in a sneak attack when I walked past and I'd run from the room. Nowadays I know it was just the breeze of my passing by. I think this might have come from Mom trying to get me to clean under my bed.
My next door neighbour always told me that the extension to his living room was a spaceship because when there was a full moon he could blast back home. I was never allowed to tell his wife and children. We went over for dinner one night and he showed me the buttons that were used to open the celing and blast off. I couldnt reach them, mind you i was scared that their nicely painted roof would collapse.
I used to believe that when you bought a house, the people who owned that house had to move into yours. It used to amaze me that so many people could find someone else that wanted to swap houses with them. It wasn't until I was about 11 that I realised that wasn't how it worked
As a kid I saw Invastion from Mars,people would fall in the earth and get shot in the neck and then they became really evil. So I was terrified to get out of bed during the night thinking I would sink into the floor.
i used to think that there was this shark living in the water pipes under our bath tub. and i was sure that if i turned my back on the drain, the shark would come right out of it and eat me. so, needless to say, actually getting OUT of the tub was quite difficult.
When I was young (7 yeards) i believed that dead people were buried in the walls of my house. My house was only a few years old but it used to freak me out nonetheless.
when I was little, my carpeting was a blue-green color. I was positive that there were alligators under my bed at night, and when I got out of bed I had to jump far enough away from the bed so that they couldn't get my legs. it was only once I got older that I got bold enough to even *try* getting out of bed at night. before that, I'd just cry for my mom to come get me from bed so I could go to the bathroom, etc.
Somehow I got it in my head that unborn babies lived in the walls of houses while they were waiting to be born. Sometimes I liked the idea and felt comforted by the babies. And other times I felt kinda freaked out by it.
I used to believe…
the first time i started showering since since i graduated fromt he bath which usually i usually share with my brother, i had to have my mother stand in the bathroom with me while i showered. i was absulutely terrified that gremlins were standing on each other's shoulders and peeking through the small hexagonal window in the corner of the stall
I still believe that there is something wrong with mirrors. I used to believe that I could be faster than my reflection at the mirror so, I used to move really fast in front of mirrors, trying to cheat my image.
I used to believe that if I didnt cover at least my neck vampires would come and suck my blood out. At the same time if I didnt cover my arms I believed witches would cut them off at exactly midnight and use them for their stews. And if I surpassed them by covering my arms I believed I had to cover my feet so Aliens wouldnt cut them off and take them as shoes..
When I was about 6 or so my neighbor told me that his grandma had a can of invisible paint at her house. I never found out if he had misunderstood something the grown-ups had said, or if he was BS'ing me. But, for a long time afterward, I sure did want to get my hands on that can of paint...
I used to think that the Vacuum Cleaner was pronounced "BATHROOM CLEANER". This was re-inforced by the fact that my Mom kept it behind the door in the Bathroom.
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I thought that if you let your arms or legs dangle of the side of the bed at night that an alligator would eat them.
I used to believe that if I could swing high enough on my swingset then I could swing up over the top of it and keep going around it in a loop. I tried, but could never do it. :)
I had this belief that if I slept with any space between the wall and me, a monster (usually an alien or Dracula,) would come up from the crack between the wall and the bed and attack me. I therefore slept crammed back against the wall. I still do. I also never dared to sleep with my wrists up, in case someone came and slashed them while I slept. I never moved my feet in case giant spiders were in the foot of my bed. I never slept on my left side, in case aliens came climbing through the window and zapped me up to their mothership. Have I could have prevented this by always sleeping on my right side, I still dont know. But it must have worked, cause I havent been zapped up yet. I had all in all many rules and rituals when it came to sleeping in my bed.
My father used to really mess with me and tell me that when I was done washing a pot, he wanted to see his face in it. I could never tell when he was pulling my leg, and one night spent over two hours trying to accomplish that impossible task. My mother finally decided she wanted to join in on the fun and told me that I need to put some elbow grease on it. I then proceeded to ask her if we actually had any that I could use on the pot. I really thought that there was a substance called elbow grease.
Though she denies it today, my mother told my siblings and me that if we walked across a freshly waxed floor we would stick there forever. To this day, I still cringe slightly when I set my foot down for the first step.
I thought everything had feelings, furniture, bugs, pens, you name it. Getting ice was the worst. When I took ice out of the ice tray, I would try and leave a few cubes near each other so they wouldn't get lonely. Later I started thinking what if the ice cubes I left near each other didm't get along, so I had to debate each time whether it was better to risk an ice cube being lonely or it having to put up with unfriendly cubes.