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When I was 8, my uncle used to tell me that if I pressed the stop button on the television's remote, the television would explode. I didnt touch that remote until I was 12 in fear of blowing up the neighborhood.
Whe I was little I had a T.V in my room because my mom would watch it with me sometimes and when I was asleep with a night light and I thought that the light shining from the night light on to the T.V was the "T.v light" and I was soo scared of it. I thought it would popout and hopp down the hallway to my parents room and eat them.
up until i was about 7 i used to believe that there was an evil old man who lived in all of the dark parts of my house and if i went into a room without turning on the lights, he'd tie me up and feed me to his pet cockroaches. i'm 13 now and i don't believe in him anymore, but i still fear being eaten by cockroaches
When I was small when I moved to woodbrook an apartment each time a door opened in a bathroom there wud be a crack for a second and when my mom wasnt home each time i heard a crack i wud run to the doors and see is there anyone there..turns out it was just my neighbours..
When i was little me and my sister thought that in one part of the wall if we tore it out we could go to chubby land and have those little Chubby pops and cotton candy and junk food... if only it was all real. We spent alot of time down there trying to tear up one little board in the wall but when my dad found out he put a nail in it. I was so dissapointed.
since i was 5 iv believed that evil things (such as clowns or the blob) would suck me into a drain and kill me. still to thid day i wont go near a drain...my 6 yr old son makes fun of me for it
I used to believe that if too many people gathered on one side of the house, it could tip over. My parents Christmas parties were hell, with me running around trying to space everyone out and the adults just staring at me confused.
i beleived that when someone bought a new house, they would swap with the person they bought it from
When I was really little, my parents had our entire living room decorated in Elvis Presley memorbilia. I used to be so afraid of the eyes in all the pictures of Elvis, that my parents had to go around to the all their huge pictures and tape tissue paper over his eyes so that I wouldn't be afraid. People used to come to our house and ask "Why are Elvis' eyes covered??"
when i was around 7 yrs old, my father was vacuuming and found a straw sticking out of an electric outlet. My father told us that whoever (me or my 2 younger sisters) did it must tell him immediately so he could rush them to the hospital before their hair fell out. I started crying profusely... and my father assumed I had stuck the straw in the outlet. As he dragged me to my room, i yelled... " i didn't do it" and he asked "then why are you crying?". I screamed at the top of my lungs.... " I DON'T WANT A BALD SISTER!!!!"
I used to share a bunk bed with my older sister, and we would always fight for the top bunk. One day my sister told me that the heaviest person was supposed to sleep on the top. She showed me the warning tag that was attached to the frame, knowing I couldn't read, and started making up what it said. For years after, I would tell all my friends about how the heavier one of us had to sleep on top, instead of bottom.
When I was a kid I'd look for places to hide before I go to bed, because I believe that strange men will attack me while I'm asleep.
You can never be too sure.
I used to believe that my grandma's spare room was haunted because my brother and sister played a prank on me. I was scared to go into the spare room by myself, and i still am now!
My mum told me not to lick a knife. I, naturally, asked why, and she replied that I might cut my tongue otherwise. And still to this day, whenever I lick knives, I never lick the cutting edge, only the side. Only much later did I learn it was apparently bad manners to do so regardless of which side you lick. Obviously she should have explained it that way instead of trying to be clever ;)
I used to believe that there was a little man, like an elf or something, that lived in the refrigerator to turn the light on and off. I believed this same thing about car doors that locked/unlocked automatically.
There was a laundry shute on the 2nd floor across the hall from my bedroom. I would throw my dirty clothes down the shute and it would land in a basket at the end of the chute in the basement. I truly believed that the chute magically cleaned my clothes and somehow all the laundry would appear folded on my bed several hours later!
When my brother and I were younger, we used to call photo negatives 'angels'. It was just logical to us that they were angels!
I would help my mom with cooking when I was little, and I thought when you put things in the bowl, you were really creating a little world. The ingredients represented weather, so for example, when you put eggs in, it was sunny. Flour was snow, water was obviosly rain, sugar was an ice storm, and chocolate was a mudslide. I always felt horrible for mixing it all up and making them have a tornado! Then when you baked it, the mini world had its apocalypse and was no more. :(
My daughter had been raised in a rural area with water from our well. If there was no electricity to run the pumps, there was no running water in the house. She never made the connection that this was a "mountain thing" until she went to UCLA. There was a power outage on campus, and she remarked, "Oh darn, I wanted to take a shower".
I used to think that wood stoves I read about in books were made out of wood. I even developed a theory that it was made out of very hard wood that burned at higher temperatures so it didn't catch on fire like the logs inside it.