at home

When I was 3 or 4, I asked where the bath water when when the drain opened. My Dad told me a big frog drank it all. For a couple years I was terrified to take a bath beacuse I thought the frog was going to swallow me.

Ww went to a shopping mall when I was about five years old, and my mom asked me if I had to go to the restroom. I belived that she was asking me if I wanted to sit and rest. I pictured a large room with lots of couches and chairs for people to sit on if they got tired from their shopping. I told I didn't need to rest and wasn't tired, but she then told me that a restroom was the same thing as a bathroom.

Our carpet was actually made up of all different squares. I made up this ritual where I HAD to hop, skip, and jump into or around them in a certain pattern or "something bad would happen." Never found out what the something bad was, 'cause I always followed the rules. Freaky, huh?

I used to believe that mirrors were actually cameras,and that everything we did in front of a mirror would be brodcasted on T.V.So everytime I was in front of a mirror I would try to pose nicely or smile and say something cute.I didn't want to look bad in front of all those people watching me on T.V.

I used to believe that you could get sucked down the drain while you were taking a bath,and I used to cry when my big sister would put her fingers near the drain and pretend to want to fall through.

I used to believe mirrors were really doors to other worlds and I used to spend hours playing with "myself" (the "me" from the other side).

I used to believe that Micheal Myers and a vampire lived under my bed and that they were plotting ways to kill me.I wouldn't leave my drinks or food alone in the room becuase I thought they would put poison in them.I would also jump onto my bed (I wouldn't touch the floor near the bed) to avoid them trying to grab me and pull me under. (Actually I still believe this,and I'm 14 years old!!!)

My 7 year old sister has Danny Phantom living in our basement. I believe he's also her boyfriend.

When I was 3 or 4 I thought that all inanimate objects had feelings, and they felt pain when you hit them hard.

I also thought that if you looked straight on at the edge of a knife it would cut your eyeball.

I used to believe…

somehow i got it in my head that, at night, there was an alligator under my bed. i thought if i lept onto the bed from a distance it wouldn't get me. i was afraid to let my arm or leg hang over the edge of the bed for fear the alligator would bite me

I used to have a recurring dream about a tunnel that led from under my mother's work desk on the first floor of our house to the attic above our car garage. I had the dream so often that I began believing the tunnel was actually there.

I spent many hours looking under that desk and in the corner of the attic in the car garage, but never did find that stupid tunnel.

When my sister and I were very young, our parents didn't want us to go into the fruit cellar in the basement so they told us that we had an older brother named Igor who was born deformed and ugly and that's where they kept him. I totally believed them until i snuck down there anyway and found only dirty old canning jars and wooden baskets.

I used to believe that the reason toothpaste was effective was because of how it burned in my mouth. So it effectively burned the plaque and germs away. Same with Listerine.

When I was little I couldn't sleep if I saw any light in my room (even layed a towel on the floor at the bottom of the door). I thought that if I couldn't see the monsters, they couldn't see me.

I used to think for some reason that when people moved they just traded houses with their friends.

My sister told me that there where alligators under the bed and if I needed to pee in the middle I had to reach over and join hands with her (from the other bed) and together they couldn't get us.