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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
My sibs and I thought that the screen door was called the "scream door" so Mom could yell at us through it.
When I was around 3-4 years old and I wanted my mom to read a book I would tell her to go get a book. She would make me go get it, but i was scared that the basket my books were in had a hippo that was going to eat me
I went through a phase of paranoia, believing my parents had installed secret cameras behind my mirror and all around the house to watch me when they left me home alone. So, I would tend to stay in one room and not do very much. It kept me out of trouble anyway!
When I was about 4, I believed that if I got out of bed between midnight and sunrise, the floor would become electrified and I would be electrocuted if my feet touched the floor. My sister, who is 8 years older, told me this. I found out years later that she only said that so I'd stay in bed and not disturb her by getting up to use the bathroom.
When I was little, I had a BIG fear of the dark and open spaces. I always thought that if I stayed there for too long a monster would pop out from a corner, I was always running everyywhere knowing that this turn could be my last......I still do this.....
when i was a kid my mom told me that if put my hand in frunt of the hoover i would get sucked in .
and i sometimes still think that
when i was lil about 6 or 7 i used to believe that the "walk in " closet was a "walking closet"And it had a timer and it knew when u'd return to get something out of it.In the mean time it would walk around and go out and party waith other "walking closets" I was pretty dang foolish and i am now 35 and waonder if i was right. I am not a nut. Just a curious person who believes that everything is possible just some things arent probable. Probababale. I dont know how to spell it off hand. I am taking care of ok byebye.
I used to believe there was a little man, inside the fridge that would turn off the light when you'd close the door.
At home, the fancy blue dishes we ate off of on special occasions were referred to as "Mama's good china." Obviously, the fancy dishes were hers, and no one elses'. One year, we were having Christmas dinner at my grandmother's house. Eager to help, I went into the kitchen to ask if I could be allowed to set the table with "Nana's good Japan."
I always used to sneak out of naps to get books. It would have been more fun to sneak downstairs and get snacks sometimes, but many of our stairs squeaked. I decided to use a marker to mark each squeaky stair with a big "X" on the white wooden railing beside it. Thank God the marker wouldn't write over the lacquered wood - I would have been in SO MUCH trouble. At the time, I just thought I'd be the only one to notice the x's.
At my grandma's house, she had these two lifesize brass deer in front of teh fireplace, and I used to think they were really like alive. My sister and I would go over there and she would try to make tea for the deer, but couldn't get them to eat it.
I wonder why. hmmm...
When I was about 4, I used to be terribly afraid of dust bunnies. This came from a belief that anything that moved was alive. For instance, balls were alive because they could roll, etc. One time I went to this person's house and a dust bunny was blown towards me. I ran away from it in terror and grabbed my mom, telling her that the scary gray thing was coming to eat me.
I used to believe that if I went down the stairs slowly a red eyed skeleton would come and run after me.
Everyone remembers on the kitchen drawers, there was always a fake on. Ok. Good. As a kid, I used to believe that frankenstein lived in there. That is because my evil sisters told me this. I can't wait until they have kids, then I will tell them all the awful stuff they told me.
When I was small, I used to believe that "duct tape" was actually "duck tape", as in having something to do with ducks . . . made to use on ducks? Made of ducks? And that's why the tape was so sticky?
I used to believe that the idea of insurance was so that when your house burns down, the insurance company replaces every single thing in your house.
I used to be amazed that the company knew about every single posession we owned, and assumed that basically everytime we bought something, the insurance company was informed.
I was sceptical though that they would be able to replace EVERYTHING so I used to fret about making sure I saved my favourite toys in an emergency. I was truly concerned about saving them!
when i was little i thought that the living room made sense. we lived in it. the dining room, on the other hand, did not (we ate in the kitchen and i didn't know what "dine" meant). i decided that it must be the dying room, so i was scared of it and would run through when ever i had to pass though it. seeing as it was the central room in the house and all other rooms, stair ways led off of it, i did a lot of unexplainable running.