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My dad got the most post in our house (mainly bills of course!) and it all came in those plain white envelopes with the plastic window so you could see the printed address. I therefore believed all post I sent got changed into those envelopes at the post office, so refused to use a letter writing set with pictures on the envelopes when I wrote to my grandma in Australia.
when i was little i used to believe that when you got directions from someone over the phone, instead of just writing it down, i thought a little piece of paper with the directions on it came out of the phone.
When I was little i was at the babysitters house and standing on the patio looking at the grass, for some reason i said it looked like the sea. So they all told me it was and that there were sharks in it. Being about 3 years old, i believed them and didnt touch the grass for months.
I used to believe that matches would spontaneously burst into flames if I or any other kid touched them. They were these scary things that only adults held the power to control. That Smokey the Bear had me scared.
My mom use to make me vacuum our house all the time. She told me if i stopped vacuuming the carpet would catch on fire.... I believed it.
I used to believe that alligators would jump up out of drain grates and eat you-my brother told me when i was four. I was gullible.
There was a man behind the refridgerator!
I used to believe that a person could fall into shadows. There was one really scary shadow at my grandma's house that extended across the sidewalk when it got dark out and the porch light went on. I had to very carefully jump over it everytime I left her house, and I didn't dare try to cross it if I was alone.
When I was young, I used to think that a "problem" was an actual, physical object. Whenever my parents said something along the lines of "we have a problem", I would searching around the house for the problem so I could throw it away. :)
When i was very young, i used to think that the washing machine emptied the clothes into the dryer on it's own. needless to say i was very surprised when my mom taught me how to do laundry in 7th grade!
I used to think all grown ups had a button they pressed when kids werent there that changed the whole
House onto a party with colored lights and music. I always wondered why I never woke up to the loud music
My parents had me convinced that in every garage there was a light switch for the sun, and that once a week they had to go out in the garage and turn off the sun at night. They even let me do it sometimes.
I used to believe that the if I watched the microwave as it was working that it would explode. Hence I would run out of the kitchen immediately upon hitting "start".
When I was little my sister told me that if i stuck my fingers in any hole in the wall that the "wall rats" would bite my fingers and she demonstrated and "fainted" when she got "bit".
I used to believe that, after going to bed with cold sheets and blankets, my mom would go into another room and turn a knob to slowly heat up my bedcovers. I remember feeling so relieved when they began to get warm.
When i was little i always wanted to be helpful! One day i wanted to help my dad mow the lawn. Him being in a hurry told me that i could get my toes chopped off. To this day i still scared to move the lawn.
When I was about five, my sister would tell me that the funky noises coming from behind the big chest freezer was a valasa-raptor from Jurassic Park. I would have to make the "Caoo-Caooing" noises it made in the movie to fool it every time i walked by.
I used to believe that leaf blowers had an unlimited supply of air in a tank, not that they blew a blast of air taken from the outside!
In the old house where I grew up there was pink insulation on the attic floor between the beams. My parents always told me not to step on it or I would fall through the ceiling. I thought it contained some sort of magic power to propel me upwards through the roof. I was disappointed to learn years later that they'd meant the ceiling of the floor beneath me!
When I was about 4 or 5 my mom told me not to break the coffee table because "a lot of money went into that". Of course being a small child I tried to break it open so I could get the money out!