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My mom went back to work when I was in grade 5 and it was scary for us kids back then. We had to come into an empty house every day after school. If I was the first one home, I'd check all the closets, under the beds, and even behind the shower curtain to make sure strangers weren't lurking there. Why I thought people would hide in the tub is beyond me!
I was 7 when the Oklahoma city bombing happened and I saw it on the news alot. For about a month I was afraid to leave the house because I thought someone would bomb it when I was gone. Also, I think it was around the same time, after watching Jurassic Park I kept expecting a dinosaur to bite the roof off of my bedroom whie I was asleep (After all, the movie proved that we could clone dinosaurs now - or so I thought - It was only a matter of time till they escaped and found my house!)
I used to believe that Children's Aid was watching our house would come take me from my parents because I had to mow the HUGE lawn. It was a riding mower and I wanted to do it so I made sure I always smiled while driving the mower so "those people watching me" would know I was happy and not being forced.
When I was younger my mom used to tell me a little man named Ed lived under our sink and that we were feeding him whenever we pour food down the drain and to never put our hands down there because he would mistake it for food. It wasn't until I was 10/11 I realized it was just the garbage disposal.
When I was little I used to think that they nails in my grandparents deck were slivers so whenever we would eat outside or sit around on their deck I refused to and I would sit inside.
I used to believe that the electrical socket in the basement could be used like a lock, and using a key you could open a secret passage. Needless to say that was one of my near death experiences.
I used to believe that almost everything in my house was alive. I would go around and give all the things whatever attention I figured they might need depending on their situation; like pour a glss of water into the overflow hole in the bathroom sink because the sink was "thirsty" or rock in the rocking chair really fast to give it some "exercise".
It was also important to talk softly to the spoons, as they were "girls", and somewhat more harshly to the forks, as they were "boys" and so were bound to be more troublesome. Of course, knives were the parents.
When I was like 2 or 3, I thought putting something in the microwave oven made the object just warm. It could make something cold warm, or it could make something hot warm. So, when my food was to hot, I would ask my mom to put it in the microwave to make it warm.
That Elmer, the glue mascot was some kind of gnome or troll or something, I didn't look close enough and realize he was a bull!
Ever since I was a baby, I had a picture of a children's book villain, Cuca, on my pillow.
Until I was 15 I used to call everyone's pillow Cuca, because I always thought that was another word for it.
I used to think that if I didn't skip one tile every time I stepped in the house when I was walking on the tile, that my head would explode.One day I decided to test this, and of course it didn't happen.
When I was little, I thought that if you got to close to a vacuum, it would suck you up.So whenever someone was vacuuming, I would jump on the couch or run away.
When i was little my dad told me that inside the refrigerator was a man & everytime you opened the refrigerator the little man turned on the light and when you closed it the man would turn the light off...i would try to close the refrigerater and try to peek inside at the same time to see if i could see him...but i never could.
When I was little, my parents had this big leather cushion, about four by four foot. One day, my dad stood it up on one side and put me on it to 'ride'. At the time, i really enjoyed it but for some reason I really took against it after that and imagined that it was some sort of monster that wanted to 'get' me when it was positioned that way. It even had a name - 'a humbly'. For some reason, probably because i'd named it, my parents thought I liked it and put it in my room. I didn't sleep for weeks with that thing in there. They still have it and to this day it still gives me the creeps a little when stood up on its side.
i remember, im my nana's house, she had/has a nightlight that was red. i used to think it was a lazer, which would tell her who was upstairs. and if i slept there it'd tell her i wasn't asleep and she'd come for me.
Really, she heard my footsteps downstairs
i belived thet when everyone was sleeping the furniture would come alive and have giant parties all night long. and when my grandma came down stairs the pary stoped then they would do it again the next night.
I used to believe that chores were a privilege. Around the age of 7-8 I used to BEG my mom to help her with the dishes, clean the bathroom, prepare dinner, etc. I would literally cry if she asked me to just relax.
Why? Because my mom was and still is a neat freak. Every weekend was like spring cleaning and she would blast the radio while doing her chores. Since the only other times I could associate with loud music was birthday parties, BBQs and beach fun...I thought, wow this cleaning thing must be extra fun!!
We lived in a condo on the 3rd floor. I thought that our neighbors from the 4th floor did nothing 24/7 but holding our ceiling lamps. One day it occurred to me that we weren't holding anyone's lamps even though people on the 2nd floor probably had them too.
I was always told never to lie, so when playing hide and seek and being asked where I was, thought it only poilte to call out "Im under the table!".
Clearly, the rules were never fully explained to me.
When I was little, I used to think that there was this tiny little person inside the fridge who would turn the little light on and off.I used to go up to the fridge and open it quickly to catch him out.It was not long after when I realised.