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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.
When I was around six years old or so, I used to believe that if you looked into the reflection of your bed's headboard, that two women would come out of it and rape you... I most likely got this thought from my dreams.
When I little my mom and dad told me that we were moving house....being a very imaginative child I spent day and night trying to think how strong dad was....he couldnt possibly pick up our house and move it could he?? I thought that as he was so strong he could just put the house on wheels and we would drive to where we wanted to live....when my mom and dad told me how we move house I was devastated!
when ever i lost something my dad said the crack house nomes took it the rule was when ever they took some thing the returned some thing and they always took it at the wrost time but that was just me losing stuff
When I was about three my mom took me to see the house ( the outside) I lived in when I was a baby. When we got there I said something like,"Let's go inside,now" My mom said we couldn't because it didn't belong to us. I never understood why we couldn't go inside.
When I was a little kid we had a square whole in our basement where a window used to be. The window was ground level and whever my brothers forgot their house key my middle brother Alex would slip through the window and run up stairs to let everybody in.
Anyways, I was constantly afraid that somebody would climb through the window and come upstairs and shoot me during the night. My brothers tried to reassured me by telling me that no grown-up could possibly fit through that window.
After that I was constantly afraid that some mean grown-up would make a little kid come in and do the job for them!
When i was young i used to switch on all electrical devices on in my home thinking if i dont do so then my neighbours would utilize the current....
Whenever I went downstairs to get a pair of socks, I used to belief that there were ghosts down there(I found this creepy picture of my great great great(I think) grandma.) I always shut the door really fast and prayed. I thought that if I didn't pray for myself, they would've gotten me by now!
when we were kids (me n bro) we were forever pulling at the xmas tree decorations and running into the tree causing it to fall over, our parents put pine cones on the tree and told us it was poo. Needless to say we never went near that tree again!
When I was a kid I used to believe that if a plug socket did not have a plug in then electricity escaped! It used to worry me but I was to worried to tell anybody
I used to belive, that even when there was no lightbulb, it had burnt out, or even during a black-out, if the lightswitch was in the ON position, it would waste electricity. I was worried that i would not know which way to put the switch if the light went off.
Once, when I was little, my grandmother convinced me that ballons reproduce. I'm not kidding! Every time I turned around, she'd blow up another ballon and add it to the group. I'd count the ballons, and find one or two new ones each time. By the time she admitted that she was just messing with me, I was absolutly sure that ballons can multiply like bunnies.
In movies, I always saw people sharpening knives and testing out the sharpness by running their finger along the edge. Somewhat inspired, I decided to try this with the big kitchen knife. I probably ran my finger for a couple of inches before cutting my finger. I ran water down my painful, bloody finger. Washing it with soap hurt even more. I learned something new that day. Strangely enough, my friend told me she does that all the time and never cut herself. I was a dumb 13 year old
I used to believe that if I jumped on my bed for too long, I would turn into a monkey and DIE!
Stemming from the three little monkeys song i guess...
I used to believe that everytime i switched on and off the lights very fast it would cost a dollar. when I was mad at my parents, I would go into my room and switch on and off the lights, and think I was getting justice by costing them all this money.
I would throw food down this never ending pipe and I belived it was iting the food.
When I was about 4, my older brother and sister were talking in the kitchen and watching TV. We heard the door bell ring and leaving me behind they both ran up the stairs to my parents room. As quickly as I could I followed them and joined them in the room. All we did was sit there while they talked. I believed from then on until I was a little older that if the doorbell rang and you weren't going to get it, you better run and hide cause it's every man for himself. I always wondered who had rang the doorbell, at the time I figured it was a monster.
When I was little, my grandpa told me this little man called a yahootie lived in the fridge and turned the light on and off when we shut or opened the door. I spent hours just pulling the door a crack open or not quite shutting it, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the little bugger running to turn the light off or on.
My mother used to tell me not to leave the bathroom light on at night and leave the room, as it would burn the house down. (and might also make her get out of bed to turn it off herself, whichever works.) I never told her because i didn't want her to feel dumb, but we would have all been safe. We slept in waterbeds.
As a child for some reason I mistakenly thought that a bungalow was a rabbit hole. So when my teacher told me she lived in one..with the lovely flowers growing around you can imagine how shocked i was that she fit!