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As a kid, I used to believe that if I had a photo of someone, the person or people in the photo could possibly, in the right circumstances, or if they were concentrating, see or hear whatever was in view of the photo of their frozen gaze, even though I'd never heard of or been told such a thing. Even in books, and even if the person was fictional, they or SOMEONE would be able to see me. So I would never change clothes in front of a photo, and I refused to have any photos of anyone but me in my room. My parents thought it was odd (and maybe a little narcissistic - but following my logic, what had I to fear from a photo of myself? I already knew what I looked like naked). I've never told them WHY I was uncomfortable around photos.
It probably is weird... I'm almost 30 now, and I still don't tend to have any photos of people in my room, as an adult.
when i was a kid (like everyone) i used to believe that people in 1950s (and before) they lived in black and white (like old tv)so life was black and white.
When I was five or six I saw an episode of the Twighlight Zone tv show in which a little girl somehow fell, without any warning, right through her ordinary-seeming bedroom wall and into the foggy and horribly scary fourth dimension! From that point forward I was very careful not to touch or lean against bedroom walls and of course would never, ever fall asleep too close to one.
I used to believe that paper was 2D because it was so flat once I learned what the second dimension was.
Most smoke detectors have a blinking red LED light to show that they're on and working. When I was younger, I was terrified of this light because I thought that if I saw it while it was blinking, there was going to be a fire. My fear was so bad that if I noticed the light while in bed, I would hide under the covers so that I wouldn't see it and there would be no fire.
When I was younger, my favorite show was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. If you've ever seen the show, the turtles live in the sewer and love to eat pizza.
I believed that the teenage mutant ninja turtles lived in my sewer and every time my parents ordered pizza, i would break some up into small pieces and flush it down the toilet to feed the turtles.
I used to believe the living room furniture would party after we all went to sleep.
The house my mom lives in now used to be my great-grandmother's and it's a two story home. When I was roughly 9 years old my mom told me that there was a little demon sitting on the landing of the steps waiting for me to come up so he could grab my ankles then eat me.
I know she said that to keep me from going upstairs and getting hurt but it was years before I went to the bathroom without running and slammng the door because it was at the bottom of the stairs!
I used to believe that if I slept close enough to the wall, it would somehow hide me in case someone tried to kidnap me.
I could never figure out how my mother could find me when I hid under the kitchen table. Also, when I was 3 or 4, I thought I could hide behind a pole like cartoon characters...if I couldn't see them, then they coudn't see me. The key was to make sure that I couldn't see beyond the pole.
I used to think that miscellaneous was a person. You know, Miss Alleanous. My mother would always have a miscellaneous drawer in the kitchen and we gave a lot of stuff away to Goodwill, so I thought that everything that went into that drawer was sent to Miss Alleanous.
when I was a child I used to believe fly on the second floor
When I was younger and wanted to pik out outfits for myself that included, for example, sweatpants and a Rainbow Bright nightgown, my parents told me I couldn't go out dressed like that because I "would look like a Joad." I used to believe that a Joad was a regular noun and that it meant someone whose clothes didn't match. I didn't realize until 10th grade English that it was the family from the Grapes of Wrath.
When i was very little, I lived on the 2nd floor, which had a clothesline attached from my neighbors house to ours. Our neighbors would hang clothes to dry on this rather frequently, and the pulley that was connected to my house was right on the wall outside my room. So, when I was a kid, I would hear my neighbor pulling the clothesline so she could hang more clothes... and it sounded like a moan.
So naturally, I thought that my walls were Sad. I would stand near my walls, looking up, saying "It's Ok, It's Ok. until they stopped!"
When I was little I thought grocery-bought eggs were dinosaur eggs. In an effort to save the dinosaurs, I would steal eggs from the fridge and hide them under a bed and take care of them.
I used to believe that when I turned off the light in my room, my floor would fill with what I'd call "gremlins" that would suddenly zip off and hide whenever I turned on the light. I used to step carefully towards my bed and was fairly convinced all the gremlins were watching me and avoiding my feet. There were hundreds of them, all with huge eyes and grinning faces, all knowing they were tricking me.
I used to try and trick them by spinning and suddenly putting my foot down, or flipping the light back on suddenly.
I never saw them.
I used to believe that if I wasn't on a rug in the kitchen while the microphone rang, the I would sink into the floor.
When I was 5, my Mum's ex told me when I misbehaved that my Grandmother had set up microphones in every room in the house and could hear everything that I said. I believed this until I was about 9 or 10 and until then was constantly paranoid about what I said even when I wasn't misbehaving.
i used to believe that there was a shadow monster lurking in every dark room so id run really fast whenever i had to go through the dark. im pretty sure i started believing this after i watched a particularly creepy scooby doo episode when i was about four. i believed this for the majority of my childhood and have been weirded out by the dark ever since.
I used to feel sorry for inanimate object like floors and couches for always being stepped/sat on. When I told my aunt, she asked me if they talked to me. I never told anyone ever again, and eventually it went away. I grew up to be an extraordinarily empathetic person, and sometimes, I might still wonder how the walls feel. :)