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when i was 2 or 3 i thout that if you leave stuft animals out at night when you go to sleep they would come to life and play so i putt them in grups.and now i check every time i go to the atic to see if they have moved.
i used to belive that under my house were dead people and there names ere my families i was scared age 5-9 till i moved
i used to believe that edward scissorhands lived in our family friend's attic.
When I was 3, our family lived in an apartment, and there was this part of the ceiling that wasn't even (looked like upside down stairs) . The air conditioner back then was really noisy, but I never paid it any attention until night time, because everything else was so quiet. I thought it was crocodiles in the uneven part of the ceiling that made the noise.
In my old house we used to have floor boards, and one would always creek when I stepped on it, and I used to think that something was hidden under there, like old treasure or something, so one day I finally plucked up the courage to get out of bed at night, peel back the carpet and unscrew the floor board. I had a flash light so I could see underneath, and I heard what was like a ghost voice saying, go back to bed!!
So I quickly screwed on the floorboard and put the carpet back and ran to bed. I wouldn't walk on that part of the floor ever again. I always used to have to hold my breath for 5 seconds then run past other wise the ghost would come for me at night.
It's only recently that I found out, it was my dad telling me to go back to bed.
My mom collected these tiny little glass figurines when I was a kid, and she said if I touched them they would shock me because of static electricity. I believed that until I picked one up at the age of 22.
I believed that wooden furniture was carved from a single enormous tree, (much like marble sculptures) i didn't understand about joinery at all. It wasn't until i began high school & we had woodwork classes that the penny dropped!
When I was younger I used to believe that when someone moved out of their house they traded houses with someone else.
I used to believe pedestrians were the thing that makes the microwave heat things.
When I was 4 or 5, my mother told me if I put anything in the A/C vents in our house, the entire building would blow up, and kill us. I beleived her til I was 14 ='(
When I was about 4 years old I used to think it was rude to take your shoes off in a hotel room. I wouldn't even put my pajamas on. I would like on top of the covers fully clothed with my shoes on. I used to think it was someone else's house and that they would come home any minute to find me sleeping in their beds and be angry.
When i used to go to my grandmothers house there used to be a turn in her stairs, and the step was in the shape of a coffin and i would think that if i stood on it a vampire would get me.
I used to belive if I said where I wanted to go in the house before I sleep,my dream would take me there somehow. But now I know that It was my parents moving me around!
When I was about 2 or 3, my uncles, Larry and Bill, used to lift me up so I could touch the Ceramic Bald Eagle mounted above my grandparent's dining room entrance. When I touched it, they would make a screeching bald eagle sound. I didn't know they were doing this though...
When I was 15 and my grandfather passed away and we were moving my grandmother to an apartment, I saw the bald eagle and asked my grandmother if I could have it. She said, "Sure" and I grabbed it and it didn't make any noise. I thought the batteries were dead and asked where the batteryies were supposed to go. About 10 of my extended family members looked at me with a perplexed look on their faces, then after I told them what I thought, they screamed with laughter at my expense for about 20 minutes.
I'm 35 now and love to do the same thing to my kids and grandson. :)
When i was small i used to think god lived on top of my house and the devil lived right underneath it.
i used to believe that a ghost lived under my bed and that a giant lived under our dining room table.
when iwas a child there was a hole in the ceiling above our sink and i used to think that the hole sucked up the steam when my mom would drain pasta. it turns out steam rises by itself.
I used to believe moving was taking a saw to cut up your house, and carry your house to the street where you will live in.
there was an evil side of the bed and a good side of the bed. I slept on the good side, of course. I used to put up walls of stuffed animals to seperate the sides and keep me safe before i went to sleep, so that nothing from the evil side could sneak over and get me. I didnt even walk on that side of the room untill i was like 12.
when i was about 4 or 5 the way my older sisters would get me out of the room was to say "the carpet can eat you lily you'd better run" i would always run away thinking it would eat me.