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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!
I used to listen to these kid tapes by the "Sandman" when I was little.
I was listening to it by myself when it finished, and I didn't know how to turn it off. After about half a minuete of white noise, The narrator came on and said
"You may now, turn off the tape....... turn off the tape...... turn off the tape... you may now turn off the tape"
I thought the guy was really talking to me and was getting mad because I couldn't turn it off!
I started crying and ran to my mommy.
When I was little, I used to watch my mom put video tapes in the VCR. She would push the tape in to where her fingers would go past the VCR's faceplate. I had always thought that if I stuck my fingers in, the VCR would bite them off and that my mom had somehow magicly trained it not to bite her. I'm 14 now and I still prefer DVD players!
Little men hid inside the refridgerator to turn on and off the lights.
When I was little and saw the Zig-Zag rolling papers, I thought the man on the front was Jesus.
My grandparents used to live in an apartment building with L or U-shaped floors. They lived at the very end of one hall, and that's the only part I'd ever see. Looking out from their door, I could see the one door directly across the way, as well as half a door. I automotically assumed that the people that lived on that side of the building had to be paper-thin to fit in their doors, since the hallway must have been so narrow. I always peeked out and wondered why I never saw any flat people or flat pets.
when i was little i used to think the light in the microwave was the light and my grandparents house, and i would always yell into it saying hi grandpa!!!
When I was about 4 and a half, my mum used to clean this lady's house. The laundry was in the garage, behind a closed door. Again, I was never allowed beyond that door. I was merely told there were cars in there and it was too dangerous for me to enter. I was convinced there was a freeway with cars and the like wizzing by at phenominal speeds, just waiting to run over a little girl like me!
When i was younger we had a new alarm system fitted in, with a fob key and everything. I dont no why but i thought the little box (that controlled all the alarms fitted in my house) opposite my bedroom in the hallway ( which i could see from my bed) would start a fire if it got mad! so i gave it a name - molly, and talked to it and put my thumb up at it and stuff..
talk about suck up to the alarm system!
I used to believe that in a microwave the heat vents were actually people who work a drive through window at mcdonalds so my sister and i would always put our heads in and say an order!
One of my uncles is called Michael. I used to think that the microwave was called a MichaelWave and he invented it. It heated things up by Uncle Michael waving his hand and sometimes when I walked past I would wave to it!!!
When I was 10 our guest room dore was always shut and locked. I always thought that there was someone in there but i didn't know who. Thankfully there was never anyone there. I was always scared.