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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.
I used to believe that only people who celebrated Christmas were allowed to have chimneys on their houses. It seemed perfectly natural that this should be the rule, although I'm not quite sure how I expected it to be enforced.
When I was very young, I used to believe Indians (of the Native American variety) lived in the spaces between the walls. They were a little annoyed at being cramped up in the walls all the time, so I was a little scared of them. I have no idea where this belief originated. I didn't know any Indians, although I recall some of the streets around us were named after Indian tribes.
My Dad once told me that if I stuck my face too close to the microwave or toaster, my face would become all squiggly from the radiation. To this day, I still wont put my face near them.
When my dad moved to texas, his friend's family had a well in their back yard. When he and his friend would play back there, the mom would shout "Stay away from that well!" with her heavy texan accent.
For years, my dad thought that there was a dangerous whale inside of the well.
I used to believe that when you earased a pencil mark you weren't really making it disappear, but rather coloring over it like white out. This was when I was in 5th grade. I really had no common sense as a child.
Our carpet was actually made up of all different squares. I made up this ritual where I HAD to hop, skip, and jump into or around them in a certain pattern or "something bad would happen." Never found out what the something bad was, 'cause I always followed the rules. Freaky, huh?
I USED TO BELIEVE THAT LIQUORICE ALL SORT MEN LIVED DOWN THE BACK OF OUR SOFA AND SPENT AGES TRYING TO FIND ONE
When I was 3 or 4 I thought that all inanimate objects had feelings, and they felt pain when you hit them hard.
I also thought that if you looked straight on at the edge of a knife it would cut your eyeball.
I used to believe that the dust at the top of doors was highly poisonous and could kill you.
I used to have a recurring dream about a tunnel that led from under my mother's work desk on the first floor of our house to the attic above our car garage. I had the dream so often that I began believing the tunnel was actually there.
I spent many hours looking under that desk and in the corner of the attic in the car garage, but never did find that stupid tunnel.
I used to think for some reason that when people moved they just traded houses with their friends.
When I was little we kept some boxes of varnish called "Joker" in the stairs down to the basement. I had watched Batman on TV and was convinced that the boxes was "The Joker" i disguise, and that one day they would transform into him. (I thought he was really scary) For several years i had to run as fast as I could up the stairs so that he wouldn't catch me.
My brother used to believe that potatoes were poisonous and if he found one in his room, it was a sure sign that his his room was haunted. My other brother pretended to be a doctor and diagnosed the patient with a rare case of 'potatophobia' which had to be treated immediately with a series of antidotes involving the potatophobic brother tidying the doctor's room for over a month. He was so scared out of his wits he agreed to do it. I used to put potatoes in his room just to see him shriek. I highly regret it now.
I once walked into my brother's room when he was six and he was really really scared, and he pointed to a little hole in the wall and screamed "The TUTORS are going to come out of the holes in the wall and get me!"
He believed that tutors were the boogie man, right around the time my sister was getting home-tutored in math...
I used to believe that if I went upstairs to get a band aid that monsters would come get me so I never went to get a band aid
I use to believe that Santa Claus brought the TV Guide every night because every morning when I woke up, there would always be a new one in the living room.
I know, it's weird. Don't ask.