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I used to think you had to be an adult to drink household chemicals
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When my mother was a little girl, she thought that eerything was named after its inventor. So there was a Mr. Chair, a Mr. Lamp, a Mr. Toilet...
At the rear of our parents house there was an air brick and if you looked through it, you couls see the furthest air brick in the front of the house. As it was dark, we believed it was another dimension as all we could see were these faint lights !!
I have no idea where I got this, but for the longest time I adamently insisted that there was a camera behind the air conditioning grills on the walls. One day, I finally outsmarted whoever was spying on me and changed clothes right next to the wall -- just out of the camera's view.
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when young I believed that the furniture watched you during the day and then talked about what they had seen when we were in bed asleep at night.
One night late on my mum decided to vacuum the lounge. My sister told my brother and I that she was doing so because it was Hoover McDonald Day; and that if we went to anyone elses house right at that moment we'd find all the mums doing the same
My Mum always told my sisters and I that we couldn't have chocolate decorations on the Christmas tree because the fairy lights would melt them. It wasn't until I was much,much older and had my own Christmas tree,I realised that wasn't true. When I told my mum about my discovery, she just laughed!
When i was little, i used to wonder what happened to 'upstairs' when no-one was around to see it...I thought things were only there if someone was looking at them. Therefore, when you walk down the stairs, upstairs vanishes until the next time somene walks up there...
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wen i was young i used to think there was a man who lived under my kitchen sink and for years i would never open the cupboard under it incase he came out and kidnapped me!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I used to believe that there was treasure hidden in our landing wall, needless to say after much digging, it turned out not to be true.
when i was young my dad used to say that there was a draft coming in from under the door i then ran and hid in my bedroom because i thought he was saying there is a giraffe coming in under the door .
my grandad used to tell me that if i put my fingers in plug sockets they'd bite me. i believed him and i thought that little people lived in there.
Once when I was a kid my Dad went into the attick. I was fascinated there was a room in the house I had never been in and I wanted to go so baddly. My Dad told me I couldn't because you had to walk on planks or you would fall through the ceiling. For the longest time I pictured floating boards in this attick and my Dad jumping on them as the floated by. I never did see the attick
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when i was young i used to believe tat a walk-in wardrobe was actually a wardrobe that could walk and bring your clothes to you.
I used to think our cardboard stand-up of Steve Martin talked to me through our vacuum cleaner. It sure didn't help that my dad hid behind him and spoke into the cleaner hose...
I used to believe that if you sat on the arm of the chair/sofa it would break and you would fall off, through the floor and into the sea.
When i was younger i beleived that if I didn't stir anything the right way (clockwise) Then the devil would get me!
I used to be scared to close the windows at night - reaching out across the black space (even when it was only 5 inches) used to freak me out, kept thinking something would reach up and grab my hand - and it wouldn't be a person. I would have to do it really fast or not at all.
Our family lived in Malawi Africa and often there were power cuts. The candles were lit and at 5 years old I firmly believed that the candles helped the electricity come back on.
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dad shouted up one morning to me and my bro to search for a cat that had run upstairs when the front door was open. We spent hours searching for it. Of course it was a ploy to keep us upstairs for hours.....
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dad shouted upstairs to me and my brother one morning to make sure that we wear our wellies all day around the house as the washing machine had exploded and soaked the carpets.......we did, for a whole day. Little did we know that the washing machine was fine