at home

When I was probably about 5-6 years old. My brother and sister, and I would play in the closet. It was a small closet, so we were able to climb the walls. So, we would climb up to the top, and sit on the shelf. Well, there was a big, rectangular, crack in the wall. We thought that inside the wall, was a secret playhouse. We would take a butterknife and try to open it up. So, we asked my dad about it, and he told us what it really was..which kind of crushed our dreams.

When I was little I thought the pictures on my wall had conversations with eachother. I would look at them, and since it was dark it looked like they were moving. So, I got scared and tried to go to sleep after that.

I used to believe that there was a herd of monsters under my bed when I was little.

The only way they could get me though was if I let a body part hang over the side of the bed, so every night I'd take a running jump onto my bed, and sleep smack in the middle.

God forbid I had to make a trip to the bathroom at some point, because I would attempt to leap clear across the room to my door, waking up everyone in the house.

I used to believe that Scar (from the Lion King - Simba's evil uncle) would follow me upstairs to my bedroom and that he was going to try and kill me. This resulted in me sleeping downstairs for nearly 2 weeks. Psh, I have to be the only kid that The Lion Kind traumatized. Haha.

I once thought "air conditioner" was related with "hair conditioner" and Shamu was related to "shampoo". One day, my hair was R134A'd on one side, R-12'd on the other with Freon (Non-CFC), and oily and greasy from synthetic whale blubber, thanks to my brother. 5 hours later, Mom discovered her Orca statue covered with Pantene Pro-V, and guess what happened to the A/C... Had to spend $50 on cleaning the condensation pipes, compressor, Coolant Recharge Valve, -yikes-

When I was 3 until I was 6, I believed the smoke detector would somehow kill me if it ever saw my hands or my ears at night. Of course this would lead to uncomfortable nights with my head and hands under the blanket, as well as my hands stuffed up my shirt whenever I walked under the smoke detector.

I had really long hair when I was young and I was terrified of it falling over the edge of the bed at night because the little mustard-coloured men who lived under my bed would climb up my hair and tie me down to the bed and stick pins in me. I had just read Gullivars Travels.

I used to believe that mirrors were like a portal that lead you to a world that was the opposite way round. (because mirrors reflected the opposite. Until i tried walking into one.

When I was younger my older sister (5 yrs older) told me that their was an evil stuffed animal stealer living in my closet so every night I before I went to bed I used to take all my stuff animals and hide them under my covers and hold them all so the evil stuffed animal stealer would not take them. I believed this for like 2 yrs needless to say I didnt get alot of sleep (their were a lot of stuffed animals to hide)

When I first started helping mom in the kitchen, at about age five, we were making some sort of a batter one day and she let me do the stirring. I wanted to appear smart and not ask any questions so I kept stirring the batter only one way because I was certain that if I went backwards it would turn back into flour, sugar, egg, etc.

If I had to iron I used to think I was the first person to use an electrick iron and I was showing people how to use it! The people were amazed!

i used to believe that if you hid under your covers that monsters coudn't get you.... but you had to be absolutely sure that there was no way for him to get under the covers.. so i tucked my covers tightly around me... so tightly that sometimes i couldn't breathe, and i had to emerge for air... thinking back... it probably would have been safer to face the "monsters"

I watched "Are you afriad of the dark?" when i was about 6 or so and there was an episode about the sand man stealing children by grabbing their legs and pulling them under the bed... after that i refused to just step into and out of my bed at night... i had to jump from or land 2-3 feet away from my bed... otherwise he just might grab me.

There wasn't a monster under my bed. There was a little girl. I'd leap off and onto my bed so she couldn't grab me and eat me. Before I went to bed I talked to her and snuck her a cookie. Needless to say when we got our bunk bed and I sat behind my mother as they moved my old bed, she was mortified when she saw about a hundred old cookies laying in a clump. I still slept on the top bunk, knowing the little girl was still waiting, and whenever I got off the ladder I'd leap into the middle of my room.

I heard of a legend of a woman covered in blood coming out of a puddle of water if you were near and kill you if you disrespected your parents. I was sort of the obnoxious child, and our shower mat covered the drain so as I took showers there would always be a puddle. I worried that this woman would come out of the puddle and get me, so I'd always glance at the toilet water every few seconds from behind the shower curtain, and I'd hurry up in showers always thinking to myself, "I love my parents we're best friends!" thinking she can hear my thoughts and she'd believe me.

When I was about six my mom read me a story about a dragon that lived in a fireplace. We had a clock that made a very loud chiming song at the time and somehow I associated this with the dragon. So every hour when the clock chimed I made sure to be far away from our fireplace and if I was anyplace close by I would freeze until the clock was done chiming. (I guess I thought the dragon could only see me if I moved) After the clock was done chiming, I would go about my merry way.