at home

When I was little there was a TV commercial for Mr. Bubble bath bubbles for kids. In the commercial, if the little boy churned the water enough, Mr. Bubble would appear. My mother was not at all pleased to find sudsy bath water all over the bathroom after I talked her into buying me some Mr. Bubble.

When I was little taking a shower i would always look down at the dripping water down the drain sometimes. and the water that was just about to fall looked like eye balls and i thought it was a monster staring at me. I was freaked out.

I was always told never to lie, so when playing hide and seek and being asked where I was, thought it only poilte to call out "Im under the table!".
Clearly, the rules were never fully explained to me.

when I was little I was terrified of the dark, and our basement was the epitomy of dark.whenever I would have to go down there I would run as fast as could, grab whatever I needed and run back up the stairs three at a time because I thought there was a swarm of giant bees down there that after a certain amount of time would come and eat me.

When I was little, I used to think that there was this tiny little person inside the fridge who would turn the little light on and off.I used to go up to the fridge and open it quickly to catch him out.It was not long after when I realised.

I used to believe that only people who celebrated Christmas were allowed to have chimneys on their houses. It seemed perfectly natural that this should be the rule, although I'm not quite sure how I expected it to be enforced.

When I was very young, I used to believe Indians (of the Native American variety) lived in the spaces between the walls. They were a little annoyed at being cramped up in the walls all the time, so I was a little scared of them. I have no idea where this belief originated. I didn't know any Indians, although I recall some of the streets around us were named after Indian tribes.

Growing up, my family's bathroom was all in pink, as was the style at the time. And every once in a while, I would find a piece of pink toilet paper floating in the bowl with a darker red circle on it. I thought it had something to do with the pink dye turning red in this pattern when it got wet. So little scientist that I was, I would drop hundreds of sheets of toilet paper into the bowl, one by one, and watch to see if the red circle would manifest when the ink got wet.

I forgot all about that at some point. Years later, coming home from college, I observed my mother walk into the (no longer pink) bathroom, put on her lipstick, grab a sheet of toilet paper and blot her lips on it. Voila! Mystery solved. Red lipstick on pink toilet paper.

I use to belive that once i turned the light out at night i had to run over to my bed and jump up without touching the bed rails or Mr. Moogles(that was my bear that my dog tore the head off of one day when i was at school) would come out and get me and i would never be found again because he was put under a curse by the evil boogeyman. i still get in the run to get in the bed now and im 17

My Dad once told me that if I stuck my face too close to the microwave or toaster, my face would become all squiggly from the radiation. To this day, I still wont put my face near them.

i was strongly believe for many many years that in the wall,behind my bed,there was a mystic cave!the door would open if you do something specific and the cave was ending in Acropolis..(the monument in Greece)!

for some reason,i never tried to open this door...i never questioned about how to open it!!!but i am sure this cave exists...

Our sinks in the bathrooms at primary school made a lot of noise when the water was going down the plughole, so we all thought creatures like little turtles were in the pipes and drinking all the water. We were only 6 at the time!

i used to believe (and unfortunately..still do) that if i didnt get to my bed fast enough or if i didnt have a flash light when i turned off the lights in my room, a bunch of snaked would come out and bite me.

When my dad moved to texas, his friend's family had a well in their back yard. When he and his friend would play back there, the mom would shout "Stay away from that well!" with her heavy texan accent.
For years, my dad thought that there was a dangerous whale inside of the well.

I used to believe that there were actual monsters that lived under my bed and that they would crawl out and scare me once the lights were turned off at night. This made me sleep with my blankets over my head for fear that I might see the monsters if I accidentally opened my eyes. I was even so afraid to dangle my legs or fingers over the bed edge because of the 'monsters'. This was till I was about 17 years old!

I used to believe that when you earased a pencil mark you weren't really making it disappear, but rather coloring over it like white out. This was when I was in 5th grade. I really had no common sense as a child.