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I used to believe that those tanks by peoples' houses, containing propane, contained milk, just in case the people ran out!
I used to believe that if something was moved from its proper place and not put back it would get really moody and wouldn't work!
Of course, it turns out now that I actually have OCD, so maybe this was an early sign?
When i was in my tween years and started using a curling iron, my brothers made me believe that if i left the house without turning the curling iron off, it would explode and burn our house down. Then i realized that it had a self power OFF option and wanted to slap my brothers in the face for worrying me to death!!
When I was 9, my mum told me that some places on the attic floor would collapse if i even touched them and that I would fall to my death....I then fell against one of these boards and fainted from concussion. I woke up an hour later screaming, I died! I died! My parents were baffled. Duh.
My grandparents used to have a picture of a tiger hanging in their hallway. I used to believe that the tiger would stare at me as I passed by. Everytime I passed by the picture I would stare back because I was afraid that if I looked away the tiger would jump out of the painting and eat me.
I used to believe that the people in pictures could actually see you and spy on you and the people in reality knew what you were doing because they could see me through the picture. I was terrified to do something wrong or get undressed in front of photographs in the room I was in. I always had to turn them around or somehow get out of their line of vision.
When i was little I used to believe that the people in the photographs framed in my room could see me. I would have to turn them all around before getting dressed so they wouldn't see me.
I believed until I was 17 that blankets were inherently warm. They seriously aren't. They don't generate heat at all.
when i was about 7, my family moved. All i knew was that we were living in one house one day and another the next.
As a result, for a long time i thought that the way people moved was to put some stuff in the trunk of their car and drive around until they found a house they liked; as in 'i want this one' and its yours
For whatever reason, when I was young, it was usual for us at my house to get a Christmas tree a little too tall to fit in the living room. So my father would cut off a bit of the top to make it fit. For years, I thought that was what was meant by "trimming" the Christmas tree.
I used to believe there were tiny elves in the refrigerator that would turn on the light when they heard you coming. I would always try to sneak up so quietly, but could never be quiet enough to trick the elves.
When I was about 9 or 10, I used to believe that if you had visitors in your house ntohing bed could happen. For example: no robbers, kidnappers etc. I made myself believe this after watching the news with my parents and getting scared from all the horrific stories....I still find comfort in this at times....
When I was very little, a kindergarten classmate told me that naked pictures of people were very very bad and they were called pornography. I was to young to grasp this concept, however I remembered the word. I spent the next week secretly angry at my Grandparents. I thought they were bad people because they had a few classical art paintings hung throughout their house, in which half naked people and cherubs were painted. I told my mom one day, "I love Grandma, but I wish she didn't have so much pornography in her house." My mom was shocked, she burst out laughing. She set me straight.
i used to believe that if nobody were home all the rooms and items inside would cease to exist until somebody came back.
When I was very young, I asked my mother what would happen if the house burned down, and she said not to worry because we have insurance and they could replace everything. I thought for a long time after this that the insurance company knew exactly what we had in our house and would give us replicas of everything we had. I was very amazed by this and comforted that all my stuffed animals were safe.
Until I was about eight years old, I thought that moving to a different house meant you traded houses directly with another family. I learned it didn't work that way only when I curiously asked my mother one day what happens if you find the house you want, but the people who live there don't want to move to your house.
I used to believe we couldn't have satellite television because the trees were too tall around our house. Yes, my Dad really told me that was why.
My brother told me that each drop of water that came out of the tap cost 1p...scaring me into massively reducing my water use...good I suppose.
Me and my brother believed that the garbage disposal was really an alligator living in the pipes that eats the leftover food. That's why we weren't allowed to put our hand down the drain, because the alligator would bite if off.
I watched a lot of SciFi and adventure TV when I was a kid (a brother who was 8 yrs older and into that stuff helped). One day I asked my mom where the oxygen tanks were. When she asked me what I was talking about, I explained that the house HAD to be equipped with oxygen tanks because otherwise, when we closed the windows in the cold weather, we'd eventually use up all the air and we'd suffocate. But we'd survived many winters quite nicely, so there MUST be oxygen tanks in the house somewhere. Mom laughed and explained that the house wasn't airtight, that plenty of air got in. I was a little relieved and a little disappointed, I'll admit. The house seemed so...ordinary after that.