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When i was around 5 or 6, i use to think that spiders went up my bum when i was on the toilet so, everytime i needed a poo, i would look inside and around the toilet to make sure there was no spiders.
I used to believe that the people who appear on TV were inside of it and I tried to see them and I didn't understand what was happening.
I used to believe that when you were watching TV and someone said "don't change that channel" or "don't touch that dial" and you did, someone would appear on the screen and start yelling at you for changing it.
I remember myself being around 5 years old when this happened. Sometimes at night, while sleeping in my little crib, I would hear a chain dragged on the hallway outside my room, in the middle of the night. You can imagine the sound, a metalic sound. This kept happening until I was 8 or 9 years old, and I was always horrified by it so I never told anybody about it. I always thought there was an evil ghost there and if i get out of my room it would take me with it. sometimes i would even cry. It all stopped when I became old enough to face it, just to discover it was actually the refrigerator warming up or cooling down, and the sound was made by it's pump.
My mom used to tell us that if we didn't clean up our toys, the vacuum cleaner would suck them up forever. This strategy was a little too effective, because I thought it even applied to large objects like my playsets, and I was even afraid it would suck me up if I got in the way, so I would always run away and hide whenever my mom was vacuuming
I used to believe that the dishwasher filled all the way up with water when it was used, like an oldschool washing machine, and if you opened it mid-cycle it would flood the house.
I used to think the people who appeared on television lived in it and if I broke it they would escape.
In 2nd grade, my friend Jessica told me if I called 1800-HEAVEN, I could talk to anybody who has went to heaven. This also meant I could call 1800-Santa/Tooth-Fairy/Easter Bunny. I immediately rushed home and began to call all these numbers, only to find out the reality of it was, there was no such thing
This goes back to the early 50's. I remember asking my mother how the radio worked (before we had a TV). She said it worked with tubes. I puzzled with that and I imagined a room with walls of tiny hoses or tubes that the announcers spoke into. The tubes must have carried their voices to each person's radio. I had to believe it - my mother told me it was so!
This is sort of a double belief, since one misbelief led to the other.
When I was little, I believed that whenever you plug something in (to an electrical outlet) it would do something special - turn on, make noise, light up, etc. So I would plug random things in to "see what they did". And not just plugs... but l would literally stick random small objects into outlets. Unfortunately, this exploration ended abruptly when I wanted to see what mom's car keys did when I plugged them into the wall. It was some pretty epic fail.
After explaining why "electric" just shocked me and that it travels by metal, and that there were metal wires in our walls carrying electric everywhere, I became deathly afraid of taking baths and showers. I believed that while I was in the shower one of these wires might tough a metal pipe and zap me again. I would bathe as quickly as possible in fear the whole time and sometimes I would just turn the water on and let it run for awhile so my mom could hear and think I was bathing.
My sister told me that telephone poles got medals for being the best telephone poles. I believed her for years. Turns out, they were serial numbers.
I, to this day, believe that when I can't sleep at night it means I'm awake in someone else's dreams...
when i was a kid, i used to believe that when i came down in my living room to drink at night, the TV and computer lights were robots and when i had my back turned they would jump on me. I sometimes still catch myself turning on the light so as not to be scared anymore.
I used to believe that at midnight, werewolves and giants would appear in our house and walk around. If we weren't asleep, or if we had any body parts hanging out of the covers, they would eat us. Whenever you had to use the bathroom at night, I thought they would give you 90 seconds to go and run back to bed.
When I was 5 I believed that if you plant a money plant the leaves would eventually turn into money. I would be careful while watering it to not get money wet.
I thought the lazy Susan( spinning wood shelf) on our dinner table was named after my mother. In fact years later I realized other people had one too. But there moms were not named Susan.
I thought that all of my dolls and stuffed animals were alive and hated me. I only really liked two of the stuffed animals and none of the dolls, but I believed that if they ever figured this out, the unloved ones would kill me. I made sure to look at each one the same amount of time so as not to show favoritism. At night, each one had to be in my bed and touching me so that it felt loved. If any of them stopped touching me before I fell asleep, I was sure that they would kill me. (Yeah, I have pretty significant OCD.)
In middle school, when we got a new refrigerator, I thought that we had two kinds of water. Regular water and then "light" water. My mom was trying to lose weight and so I told her to drink the light water. I still get made fun of to this day.
When I was young, just after the dinosaurs died, our TV repairman had two hooks because his hands had been amputated (war injury, perhaps, as it was just after Korea?). He also was the repairman for everyone in the neighborhood. I came to the conclusion, that in order to become a TV repairman, you had to have your hands replaced by hooks, steep price to pay for an occupation.
On my first day of school we did a practice fire drill and where taught how we should line up outside, in front of the school in the event of a fire alarm. What our teacher didn't tell us, however, was that this only applied to school. So...a couple days later when I was at home with my parents, my mom was cooking something when she accidentally set off the fire alarm. I quickly dropped everything I was doing, opened the door and ran outside, expecting that my parents would follow me and we would "line up" in front of our house, just like at school.