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WHen I was a kid i used to believe you could dig to Australia
As a very young kid (around 7 or 8) I got a childrens book called "How to dig a hole to the other side of the world" and I knew my purpose in life. You can actually see several of the pages at Amazon.
Digging everyday after school behind the garage for several weeks got me a hole I could barely climb out of. When my parents finally realized I was actually making some possibly dangerous progress they filled it in as I sobbed uncontrollably. As obviously silly as it is, I'll never forget how upset and bitter I was that day.
When I was very young, my parents did some renovations on our house. We were putting on a second floor, and since we were staying in a house in a different neighbourhood (that meant I didn't see them building) I thought that to put on a second floor, all one had to do was go to Home Depot and buy one. I thought we had to stay at another house because it was so loud when the second floor got put on that it would hurt our ears.
I believe that fairies are real. My grown up friend told me
That if i sit in the garden with no one els, and sit there for an hour they would come out. But i did not see anything yet.
When I was very young, my older sister told me that you had to sleep on the same pillow every night or your head would fall off. She even said that once, her pillow accidently got switched with another pillow, and she had to get surgery to reattach her head!
I used to believe that my mom would just individually memorize the specific washing instructions for every piece of clothing I owned. It never occurred to me that she would just read the instructions on the tag sewn in the back.
I used to think that whenever you saw a movie or a video online, it was being preformed live, so every time somebody wanted to see it, the characters would need to get out and do it all over again.
From age 3 to about 6, when people said, "shut the door, you'll let a draft in," I thought drafts were huge, stealthy, pale-grey bats that must be kept outside at all costs.
When I was small I thought people were actually inside the TV and that we could take them out.
When I was a kid, I used to think the reason my parents locked the doors at night was to keep packs of wolves from coming into our house. We didn't even have wolves where I grew up.
When I was young my parents had a water bed. I believed that, since there was water in it, there must be fish, and since there were fish there must also be sharks. I was terrified that a shark was going to eat me if I got on their bed.
I used to believe that when families moved, they just directly traded houses with the person whose house they were moving into. When I was disabused of this notion, I was still very confused as to where the other family went.
Our house had a very steep stairway to second story with a metal bannister. When I was little, I used to "FLY" down those stairs, but when I told parents about it, they said "YOU DID NOT!"; and so I learned to STOP FLYING and just use the bannister and descend the stairs like grownups did. (But sometimes in my dreams I can still do that FLYING--and it always feels so FUN and FREE.)
When I was 5 I thought that I am the only living person and everyone is there to make me happy and when I leave a room the time there stops and all the people there turn into dolls...
when i was little my older brother told me the spiral in the middle of the lights in my living room was a elevator up in to his bedroom (even though it was the size of my hand) but every time i asked if i could have a go he said it was broken
I used to believe that when someone was "moving" (to a new place) they would call the movers which had a giant knife to cut the house and transport it to a new location.
I used to believe that little people lived in the radio.
I used to believe that when you moved houses, you traded homes with the person whose house you're moving into.
When I was younger I used to believe that when my brother or sister chased me with the vaccume that I would get sucked up.
My mother used to have a walk-in closet, and I couldn't understand the concept of it as I didn't have any closet myself. She didn't like anyone touching her stuff and forbid me to go in there. I was only allowed to if she was already inside. So I was convinced that the closet was a magical portal. On the rare occasions she wasn't around, I would sneak in and absorb the mystical aura. If I opened the door, I would be transported to a magical world or a different dimension.