When I was young I believed razors were little vaccum cleaners that sucked the beard off. I remember trying it after my father shaved and consequently had a bloody cheek.
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For a good chunk of my childhood, I was extremely leery of taking baths, and when I did, I refused to put my head in the water. My reasoning? I was certain that the water could seep in through my ears and drown me by suffocating my brain.
When I was young, I read something in a book by a Brittish author which said that in a submarine, food was stored anywhere possible, even "in the toilet". Not knowing that they ment the bathroom, I was confused why they would keep food in a toilet,
because did they bother to take it out before they flushed or not, and I wondered why they didn't cosider this metod of storage unhealthy.
Before my parents got divorced my family lived on my dad's farm which is over 100 years old. When I would go to sleep at night I would hear loud clanking sounds coming from the basement and this always gave me the creeps. One night as my dad was tucking me in I asked him what the sounds coming from the basement were. He replied that it was just the furnace. So every night when I heard those noises I had a mental image of the furnace bouncing up the basement stairs on it's way to kill me. Scary!
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I used to believe that if I let the water out of the tub while I was still in it that I would go down the drain with the water
Once, when I was about 7, we went to my Aunt's house. She had this room for us to sleep in, which had this huge mirror that took up 1 side of the wall, and the other side had a shelf that had stuff animals in it. Anyways, one of the stuffed animals was a big monkey, kind of like a sock monkey, which scared me. Everytime I looked at that mirror, I thougt I saw the monkey move! It was slight, but I thought I saw it. I ended up sleeping on the couch that night, afraid that the monkey would come and get me in my sleep.
When I was younger,I used to believe that people ran in place while they took a shower. I guess it was the sound of the water hitting the ground or something...I really don't know. When I was tired I would take a bath because I didn't want to run for so long.
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I used to believe that if I went upstairs to get a band aid that monsters would come get me so I never went to get a band aid
When I was little I used to believe in a factory under my bed where all the monsters lived and would come up to eat me while I was sleeping. I would have to run and jump into my bed, just in case any of the monsters was up and about when it was my bed time.
I use to believe that Santa Claus brought the TV Guide every night because every morning when I woke up, there would always be a new one in the living room.
I know, it's weird. Don't ask.
When I was little, I never thought there was a boogyman or ghost under my bed. Instead, there was an evil penguin. I used to try to talk my mom into letting me sleep in the livingroom. When asked why, I would always scream about the penguin.
now i love penguins!
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i used 2 beive that if i looked in the mirror god would make me ugly so i didnt look in the mirror for 7 months when i was 8 then my sister said that wasnt true
When I was a kid I believed that people with giant arms lived under my bed and if my feet stuck out of the blankets they would grab my feet and tickle them. I'm now 35 and still refuse to sleep without my feet being completely tucked under the blanket even though I've known for many years now there are no people under my bed.
When I was around six years old or so, I used to believe that if you looked into the reflection of your bed's headboard, that two women would come out of it and rape you... I most likely got this thought from my dreams.
When I little my mom and dad told me that we were moving house....being a very imaginative child I spent day and night trying to think how strong dad was....he couldnt possibly pick up our house and move it could he?? I thought that as he was so strong he could just put the house on wheels and we would drive to where we wanted to live....when my mom and dad told me how we move house I was devastated!
when ever i lost something my dad said the crack house nomes took it the rule was when ever they took some thing the returned some thing and they always took it at the wrost time but that was just me losing stuff
When I was about three my mom took me to see the house ( the outside) I lived in when I was a baby. When we got there I said something like,"Let's go inside,now" My mom said we couldn't because it didn't belong to us. I never understood why we couldn't go inside.
When I was a little kid we had a square whole in our basement where a window used to be. The window was ground level and whever my brothers forgot their house key my middle brother Alex would slip through the window and run up stairs to let everybody in.
Anyways, I was constantly afraid that somebody would climb through the window and come upstairs and shoot me during the night. My brothers tried to reassured me by telling me that no grown-up could possibly fit through that window.
After that I was constantly afraid that some mean grown-up would make a little kid come in and do the job for them!
When I was little my there was a hole in the bathroom wall where my brothers had slammed the door to hard. Anyways I always had this irrational fear that there was a guy in the wall and I went potty really fast so he wouldn't shoot me.
When I was little my mom to me that if I didn't get out of the tub I would turn wrinkly and stay that way. For quite a few years I thought that old people with lots of wrinkles had stayed in the tub too long!