at home

when i was little i thought that the living room made sense. we lived in it. the dining room, on the other hand, did not (we ate in the kitchen and i didn't know what "dine" meant). i decided that it must be the dying room, so i was scared of it and would run through when ever i had to pass though it. seeing as it was the central room in the house and all other rooms, stair ways led off of it, i did a lot of unexplainable running.

I was a true believer in monsters under the bed, but since I handn't been eaten yet, I figured I had good monsters under my bed. I also heard strange noises at night from my parent's room (my dad snoring) so I figured there were evil monsters under their bed, but they were too afraid of my dad to eat them. I remember every night, whispering to the "monsters" under my bed and asking them to please tell the monsters under my parent's bed not to eat them.

My mom would often use the expression, "skeleton in the closet" when someone in our neighborhood had a secret. I took this a bit literaly and thought there actually was a skeleton in the closet and that was what they did to kids who were being bad.

When I was 3, my grandma let me watch ET (the movie) in her basement. It scared me to death and from 3 to 10 I believed ET lived behind the pipes in the back of my grandma's basement. I never went to the back of the basement by myself and had to turn on all the lights to even go to the basement.

When I was a tiny little kid, I slept in my parents bed at night. In their room, there were two closets that would be able to hold a human. So, at that young age, I thought that Michael Myers lived in there. And I also read on the internet that someone in a Halloween movie made fun of Mike and died. So every day I would be careful never to say anything bad about him. Now that I am older, I am in love with the Halloween films.

When I was little, I used to beleive that the evil little boy from "Pet Semetary" was under my bed. Before sleeping, I would always pile blankets over my ankle. That way he wouldn'tr be able to slice my achilles tendon, like he did to the old man.

When I was little, when I would take a bath, I used to scream frantically at any random moment. Later my mom found out that she had left the window open, and that I was afraid the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz were going to come in and take me from my family.

This belief was when I was quite young. Probably around four or five. Anyway, you know those "child proof" lids on the medicine bottles? Well, my parents left them on the counters sometimes to remind them to take them, and just for fun I would try to open them. However my mom would tell me that they were childproof. In my little young mind, I thought "Well, children have small hands. So...if the bottle thinks that I have BIG hands, it'll open because I'm not a child!" So I would STRETCH my fingers out as much as I could, and while still stretching them, try to open the bottle. But alas, just having big hands wasn't enough to fool the smart perscription bottles. *sigh*

When I was younger, we living in a unit block and the entrance was directly below our balcony.

I used to believe that spiting onto people walking in was a victimless crime and that if I did manage to hit them, they would be really impressed with my aim.

When I was 7 and 8 years old, I used to believe that my reflection (image) in a mirror might be another "me" in a world identical to this one (but opposite), thinking identical thoughts, and I was his reflection as he was mine. In his eyes, I could understand and 'see' what he was thinking, because I was thinking it myself.

I thought my echo was his voice.

I don't know why, but I was terrified of reverberation-type echoes in restrooms until I was 8 or 9, and I used to think your 'shadow' was a part of you which could be lost, like in Peter Pan (e.g. you only had one).

But mostly, I remember the mirrors. I'd stare into my eyes thinking his thoughts. My mother thought I was vain because I spent so much time at the mirror.

When I was like 2/3 my sister and I used to go into the bathroom while my mum was having a bath and sit and talk to her. I remember her telling us that if the plug was pulled out she would go down the plughole.
Well ofcourse she pulled out the plug and slowly slid deeper into the bath; my sister and I went hysterical screaming and trying to hold her up screaming we loved her and crying.
My mother used to stop when we were really upset, she said it was to test how much we loved her. I remember being really really upset, scared and traumatised thinking the plug-hole was going to take my mummy away.
I was always scared of the plug hole for a long while after that.

i used to believe that there were monsters under the stairs in the basement. They were open stairs, so i thought that if i went down they would grab me and eat me. so everytime i would go down, i would run as fast as i could.

i still do...even though i am 18

I used to believe when i was little that if i didnt keep my feet covered up when in bed that a guy would come and chop them off in the middle of the night. I spent many of summers sleeping with sweaty feet!!

I always hated baths when i was younger, so my mom used to distract me by telling me stories of the "Drain People". She used to make up stories that this little family used to live in our drain, and there was Dwayne Drain, and Darla Drain, and Dudley Drain and little Duey Drain. and i honestly believed in them until i was about 10!

I used to belive that the minute the lights were turned off in my bedroom, slimy, slithering, snake-like things came out from under my bed and layed on the floor! I was terrified to get out of bed untill my mom turned on the light! To this day I'm still afraid of snakes. But for a different reason............

My dad bought my mom a new bedroom set one year for Mother's Day. It had big inch-wide crystal-like knobs on all the drawers, etc. I can still remember being shocked that my dad spent so much money on my mom that year... I obviously thought the knobs were huge diamonds. My dad teased me about this forever (I remember that a whole lot better!)