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Growing up in an old house, my father was frequently doing some kind of work around the house. When he needed wood, he went outside and flagged down a truck that was hauling wood and buy it from the driver. At least, that what I thought was going on. Little did I know that our house was hard for the driver to find and my father had to get his attention after he had driver by the umpteenth time!
If you stuck your finger in a fan to stop it from turning your finger would be cut off.
when i was little we were looking for a new house and we saw this house with a room that had madonna all over so i told my mom i loved the house and she loved it too so when we first started getting into the house i ran to the room that was mine and saw that all the madonna pictures were gone! i started screaming and crying and what i didnt know is that the stuff that is in the house doesnt stay there:(
My great-aunt and uncle used to live near a municipal airport. The beacon light was right next to their property line, so I thought there was an on-off switch for that light somewhere in their house. I thought it was my great-aunt's responsibility to turn that beacon light on at night.
my mean cousin told me that candles had yummy flavors. i sat it the basment licking candles trying to find a flavored one.
When my mother ordered a rubber stamp, I wondered how in the world it would be able to stick on an envelope.
I used to think that walnut furniture was made out of the shells.
i saw this thing on tv where a girl would clap to turn her lights on and of. i tried this, needless to say it did not work so i cried.
when my friend and i were little we wanted to make the fire detecter go of. so we wiggled and went up and down trying to act like fire and set the fire detecter of.
When I was small, I used to believe that if you pull the label off of a pillow, FBI agents would jump out of the nearest closet and arrest me.
I thought that when water was heated it turned into tea. People boiled the kettle, poured it into a teapot and the magic was done.
vacuums could suck up your toes
When I was little (and for far too long into my childhood) I believed that my house was a giant's doll house, and my friends and family were being moved around by the giant girl who owned us. We only went to bed because the giant girl's mommy told her to stop playing. Every time we went someplace new, I was really excited because that meant that the giant girl's family got richer and bought her add-ons for her doll house!
I would always touch the feathers on my brother's dream catcher by his bed. Soooo soft. One day he told me that if I ever touched it again, my skin would fall off and I'd die.
I believed him P
My brother used to believe that ceiling fans were helicopters flipped upsidedown and stuck in the ceiling.
When I was little I saw a TV program where a fire engine drove by a house, and a bit later the house catched fire. So I thought that your house can only burn if a fire engine first drives by your house.
i used to believe everything had feelings and wanted to be treated exactly as what it was. a chair would be lonely, for example, if someone didn't regularly sit on it. pretty exhausting belief for a kid trying to run around and use everything!
My grandparents used to tell me that there was a man named Mr. Smith who lived upstairs in their attic, and if I made noise I'd wake him up. Naturally I wanted to meet this stranger who lived in their house, but they'd never let me go up there. Now I know that it was just a story to keep the volume down.
My grandma has a weird machine in her shed and my dad tells me it is a "little machine" and if you get in it it makes you younger. (if I really believed that I would get in it!)
When I was little I used to believe that when you moved house you made a direct swap with the person whose house you were moving into and that they would move into your old house. It took actually moving to be made aware this wan't true