at home: around the house

I used to, and kind of still do, that if I were to look at a dark window for too long, there was no way that a face wouldn't appear. I was so sure that if I kept on looking at that window that someones face would pop up... I still avoid dark windows.

For some reason, I used to believe that if you put a potato in the dishwasher, it would grow a palm tree. I decided to try it, and was very disappointed when all that came out was a wet, soapy potato.

When i was little, there was a tiny hold in the wall of my bedroom near the light switch. I used to believe that little people lived in there. God knows why. and i always wanted one day for them to come out and meet me. wierd huh?

When I was little I thought the pictures on my wall had conversations with eachother. I would look at them, and since it was dark it looked like they were moving. So, I got scared and tried to go to sleep after that.

I used to believe that Scar (from the Lion King - Simba's evil uncle) would follow me upstairs to my bedroom and that he was going to try and kill me. This resulted in me sleeping downstairs for nearly 2 weeks. Psh, I have to be the only kid that The Lion Kind traumatized. Haha.

I once thought "air conditioner" was related with "hair conditioner" and Shamu was related to "shampoo". One day, my hair was R134A'd on one side, R-12'd on the other with Freon (Non-CFC), and oily and greasy from synthetic whale blubber, thanks to my brother. 5 hours later, Mom discovered her Orca statue covered with Pantene Pro-V, and guess what happened to the A/C... Had to spend $50 on cleaning the condensation pipes, compressor, Coolant Recharge Valve, -yikes-

When I was 3 until I was 6, I believed the smoke detector would somehow kill me if it ever saw my hands or my ears at night. Of course this would lead to uncomfortable nights with my head and hands under the blanket, as well as my hands stuffed up my shirt whenever I walked under the smoke detector.

When I first started helping mom in the kitchen, at about age five, we were making some sort of a batter one day and she let me do the stirring. I wanted to appear smart and not ask any questions so I kept stirring the batter only one way because I was certain that if I went backwards it would turn back into flour, sugar, egg, etc.

When I was about six my mom read me a story about a dragon that lived in a fireplace. We had a clock that made a very loud chiming song at the time and somehow I associated this with the dragon. So every hour when the clock chimed I made sure to be far away from our fireplace and if I was anyplace close by I would freeze until the clock was done chiming. (I guess I thought the dragon could only see me if I moved) After the clock was done chiming, I would go about my merry way.

When I was little our washing machine broke down and someone said, "Oh there's Gremlins in it" I thought there was a huge army of ugly bugs running around inside it!

Whenever I mistreated something (anything, even if I "threw my shirt into the laundry chute too hard") I would pick the object up and apologize to it (heck, sometimes I would apologize to the wall for hitting my elbow on it.) Then I would give it a kiss and gently put it back down. I always felt sorry for the poor clothes that had to be thrown down the laundry chute.

When i was younger around 4 I belive . My dad told me there was a man living in are refrigarator and he turned the lights on in off when we closed the door so one day i asked my dad if i could take all the food out and find him and my dad quickly replyed mom will get mad , i still think he is alive just he lives in are freezer ;)

When I was real little(5?), I had a ceiling fan in my room. I always had it on, winter spring, summer, or fall.. Mainely for two reasons
I was too short to turn it off
and I beleived that a man wasin the attic srewing in my fan eternely, and if I turned off the fan, he would lose he's job

as a child i was deathly afraid that the vaccuum cleaner would suck me up just like it did everything else. the good part is i didnt have to vacuum until i was like 12 or 13

My mother always told me that when we turned on a light switch and the lightbulb blew out, that I we "turned it on too hard". I was in my 20's before I learned the truth.

in my old house, my bedroom had two doors to it, one to the hallway (that no one used) and one to what was then my parents room. i was convinced that monsters were outside of the unused door. then i was convinced jack skellington was there. didnt see all of the nightmare before christmas till a few months ago, and as a little kid, if it was a monster, a skeleton, or anything similar, it was scary.