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My parents always told me about "Not wasting electricity!" Well when outside, I came across the electric meter. I gave myself the idea that if the meter got to showing all 9s, we would be out of electricity forever, so that's why it was bad to waste it.
When I was little I asked my mother about a painting we had. It was of a man in armour on a horse. She explained that it was 'Don Quixote" and was from a book she loved. I heard 'Donkey Hotay' so I thought the book must be about the 'donkey' the man in the painting was riding. It was a number of years before I learned the truth.
When i was little my sister told me that the small island that would connect to the beach infront of our house would flip over at night and zombies would start to have a party on it.
after watching harry potter my brother told me that i too could go through walls (like they did to get to the other station) thanks to him i got a concussion
I used to think "forced air" heating was "four stair" - somekind of multilevel system.
I thought adults never slept.They were up when I went to sleep and when I woke up, so I just assumed that only children needed sleep. [For whatever reason.]
When I was much younger (possibly 4-7 years old) I used to spend my play time running around the the hot Houston sun - video games... nope. All summer long I scoured the backyard with my cousins imagining ourselves in some sort of beautiful and wilderness filled jungle. We had quite an imagination... amongst the "jungle" of a backyard, there were scattered *tree support rods* (Spelling*) used to help the healthy growth of young trees. Of course, we did not know this at our tender age of naievity.
Now, to give you a bit of a visual, the rods are described as followed: Rusty old rods about 5 - 5 1/2 feet tall. They are at most 4 centimeteres in diameter. Furthermore, at the foot of the rods, there was a triangle shaped design (another rusted piece of copper that was welded on). The edges were sharp and stuck out about 4 inches on either side of the rod. This was where a gardner would press down with his/her feet to dig and secure the rod into the ground.
Much to our dismay, we were way off on what exactly these "rods" were and what they may have been used for. My eldest cousin, at the time, was maybe 7 or so years old... He used to tell us and believed it himself likewise that these rods were the devil's unused canes growing out of hell - unused because of old age. The fact that they were rusted and "burnt looking" and sticking out of the ground - leaving the sharp edged triangle unexposed until completely yanked out of the ground - made this fabricated story seem so REAL and true. Now, we never feared the rods and merely respected their space and went on with our expeditions without dismay.
Kids... they say and think the darnest things.
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.