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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.
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.