at home

When I was a child my parents told me that a section of hose pipe we had in our garden was the same hose as my grandad had at his house (about 60 miles away).

What they meant of course was that the hose had been cut into two pieces, but I spent years totally confused as to how our bit of hose could join up to the bit at his house so far away!

When I was younger I always believed that there were monsters in your cupboard that came out in the middle of the night to get you....even to this day I cannot sleep with the cupboard door open...even a little bit.

One day I went to get my bottle and mom handed me a 'big girl' cup. I was very upset and curious as to what happened to all my bottles and she said that the garbage man took them. I got it in my head that he had kids that needed my bottles and that everything we threw away he actually took home to his family. I thought that for a couple years and really felt for the poor garbage family. Who knows just how many perfectly good things I threw away hoping to make their day a bit brighter.

When emptying the bath, I had to be out of the bathroom before the whirlpool started making that slurping noise. I figured something would get me if I lingered, so I raced to dry myself and escape.

I could buy some time by splashing the water to break up the whirlpool temporarily.

When I was little, my father told me that the holes in Swiss cheese were made by the Swiss Navy doing target practice. I had also been terrified of the Ganannywhoppers in my bedroom wardrobe. At age 7, my parents took me to Switzerland on a holiday. We put the wardrobe back into my bedroom a few months later and he never tried to dupe me again.

I believed that I could stop the monsters under the bed from coming to get me if I stuffed my blankets between my bed and the wall making a tight seal...

and every night I would run around my room grabbing all the stuffed animals and piling them up on top of me :D

i used to believe that their was an old lady tortoise who lived under my bed. and though she was really nice, and told me not to be scared of her, i could never let my arm hang over the edge of the bed. she would give me advice, and was very much like a grandmother figure to me. (i do have a gradmother, and we have a very good relationship, so i don't know why i also had a tortoise... maybe cuz i didn't see my grandma all that often...)

then one day when i was about 7 or 8, i finally got the courage to let my arm hang. (i had always wanted to touch the tortoise's shell and skin and see if it felt the same as my real live pet turtle, who i'd had since i was 4... and i still have now - i'm 18) but i fell asleep before she reached me (cuz tortoises are slow) and she never came back again

Until I was about five years old, I used to believe it was bad to leave my room before my mom woke me up in the morning. One night I woke up, needing to go to the bathroom, ran to my door, and started yelling for my mom to come open it. She didn't get there in time, but thankfully that little incident was the end of that belief.

I was about 5, when I used to wake up every night afraid of the scary monster under my bed. After laying stiff under the covers for a while, I would quickly jump as far away from the bed as I could and run to sleep in my parents' bed. What was the scary monster? A group of sea-lions!

I thought a monster would "Come up my bed" (not lurk underneith) and I would be unprepared if I slept with my back to it. For years I could only sleep on one side, as I was sure that the monster wouldn't fit between the bed and the wall, so I could sleep with my back to that side.

I thought there was a whole house of tiny aliens under my bed, and since they didn't have enough beds, they had to take turns sleeping outside (on the floor by my bed) and that I had to share my blanket with it (the part hanging over the bed.)

I used to believe that every mirror was the trick kind people could look through - regardless of where it was or how big it was. I'm 16 now, and I still wont dress or undress infront of a mirror, and I LOATHE dressing rooms. Someone might be watching.

when i was little, i believed that when you moved, you were only changing houses with people. like you would go live in theirs and they would come and live in yours. and you couldn't bring your things. that's why i was so sad when i learned that i was going to move when i was 5.

when my daughter was a toddler, she believed that monsters were in her room. I made her some "monster spray" by putting lavender-scented water in a plastic spray bottle, and told her to squirt it in the direction she thought monsters were hiding, and that it would kill the monsters. I can't count how many times I'd come into her room to check on her in the middle of the night to find her fast asleep, clutching the bottle in one chubby little fist, and the whole room smelling of lavender and slightly damp...

Up until I was 6 years old, I thought "being grounded" meant being buried alive in the backyard. My parents never understood why, whenever they told me I was grounded, I would start crying hysterically and run screaming from the house.

i used to believe that there were monsters everywere but that they coulden't get me past midnight , so i always kept reading comics 'till midnight , and when my parents found out and made sure i coulden't stay up till midnight anymore , i always placed a toy-gun near my bed , thinking that if any monsters would come i would be able to blast them to hell with my toy-gun.

I used to believe that the water closet was an actual closet. Out in the hallway of our house their was a little door that showed pipes and stuff which was exactly aligned with the bath tub.