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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.
I used to think when you moved house the house that the people's whose house your were moving into would then move into yours.
One time, when I was about nine, my best friend and I said the exact same word at the exact same time. My mother told us that when that happens you are supposed to say "You Owe me a Coke" but I mis herd her and thought that we two people said the same word at the same time an old man would die (I think I got this idea from peterpan when he tells wendy that saying not beliving in fairies makes causes a fairy to die) SO the next time we both said a word at the same time i shouted out Old man is gonna croke!
As a child I was terrified of yetis (despite the fact I live in England and they don't) and I was certain that they lived at the bottom of my garden and in the cupboard under the stairs/other random places in my house. Whenever I went down the garden I would freak out and run back up it, screaming.
This belief was shared by my twin sister, as was the idea that, if you flushed the toilet, the yetis would come running (though I have no idea why they would do that or what they'd do when they got there).
when i was young, my mon always didn't allow me to put up umbrella under roofs because it will make me become shorter and shorter. really? i remember i still believed in it when i was in junior high...haha, funny...maybe that's the reason i don't like umbrella...lol
I once believed that at night when you were in bed your pets would wake up and kiss you good night.
When I was a toddler I kept trying to put my fingers in the electrical outlets, so my mother would always tell me "no no Anna." I thought all electrical outlets were called "no nos" until I was about seven.
My mother usually don't do the washing up right away and leaves the dishes to soak, I used to believe the things that were washed right away weren't as clean as things that had soaked or even thing that had been left in a pile by the sink over night. I still don't like eating of plates there have been washed right after use.
When I was young my mum told me that wants if you put the key in water it wont open, I had that thing in mind till this year when I ask my friend is it true.
Okay so their is this statue of a baby in my yard. For some reason, I thought it was Amielia Airheart. I thought she had crashed into my yard and then turned to stone.
I used to believe that my christmas tree would come to life and kill me, because my grandmother had a creepy singing christams tree thing.
As I child I was terrified of holes. The slightest nail hole in the wall would keep me awake all night. Eventually my grandfather covered all the holes with duct tape, because NOTHING can get through duct tape.
I used to believe that there was a man with a gun outside my windows at my house at night. Whenever I had to walk past any windows, I would duck and crawl under them, so that he couldn't see me. I did this until I was 15 or 16 years old.
When I was about 4 or 5 I used to believe the was a little man in the fridge that turned the light on and off .
I used to think that if you left the vacuum in the same spot, turned on, without moving it, it would suck up the carpet and leave a bare or very short spot.
I used to think that there was this whole system of air-kisses. I thought when you blew a kiss to someone in the room next to you, the kiss traveled up to the ceiling fan as an order, the order got processed spinning around, and then it was spat out of the fan. It then traveled to the receipiant.
When I was a kid I used to believe that you could write with a pen for ever and ever. I didn't know that there was an ink filled tube inside. One time a pen ran out on me but I didn't know it - I thought it was broken somehow - and I tried for hours and hours to get it to work and got really mad when it wouldn't. I don't know how many years later I found out that there were actual inner workings to a pen and I still remember thinking at that time "Hmmmmm, I guess that pen years ago just ran out on me!!" and felt pretty stoopid after that. lol
When I was a kid, I was absolutely positive that there were people who lived in the shadows in my house. (Only my house.) I lived in the rooms when the lights were on, they came in when the room was empty and the lights were off. They slept in the day, of course. If, for example, the light was off in the bathroom or kitchen, or even my room, the shadow people were probably in there. At one point I even knocked on the doors before entering empty rooms so I didn't surprise them. Then, I'd turn on the light, wait for a minute so they could leave the room, then enter. No wonder I needed a night light.
When I was very young, there was a rug in one of the bedrooms. It had large red cabbage roses and a grey background. My older sister told me that if when I walked on the rug, if I ever stepped on the grey part, I'd be stepping on the boogie webs and would fall through. Then the Boogie Man would get me. I thought the Boogie Man was covered with disgusting, slimy boogers and felt scared and revolted. So every time I'd walk on the rug, I'd walk stiff legged over the roses and take the final leap to safety.
I used to believe that the Hulk lived at the bottom of my garden! But he had glasses on! I saw him I did!
I blame the halucanegenic ability of cowpol personally!