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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.
When we were about 6 my friends and I discovered a storm drain under my back porch. We were thoroughly convinced it led to China and dug at it with forks until my parents caught us.
My family room used to have a large stereo system, and I thought that if I cut open the speakers I would find a small person singing all of the music.
When I was 9 years old, I asked for an amethyst necklace for Christmas. (I still believed in Santa) My older sister got jealous so she told me that gold was colored the way it was because people peed on silver. I never wore the necklace again and still have an aversion to yellow gold.
That blankets had some magic quality that made it so you could become warm and stay that way
When I was a child I used to believe that, if I jumped off a high enough ledge, a paper bag could act like a parachute. Countless times i would jump off the couch in my old house and try to make the plastic bag catch the wind. I was too afraid to jump off the stairs but i truly believed it would work. I know now that a paper bag couldn't possible support the weight of a human being much less an adult.
When I was little, whenever I put a video in the VCR, I pulled my hand back really fast because I thought my fingers would get sucked in the VCR along with the video.
I used to believe that if I opened the dishwasher while it was running, a tsunami of hot water and suds would come flooding out of it and I'd get washed away.
It wasn't until I was 24 that I finally opened it mid way through a cycle and the water just stops and not a drop escapes. What a let down that was!