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when i was little, i believed that when you moved, you were only changing houses with people. like you would go live in theirs and they would come and live in yours. and you couldn't bring your things. that's why i was so sad when i learned that i was going to move when i was 5.
My cousin's got me to believe anything. They told me that under the carpet live everyone in the world. Sort of like a twin. Even cartoon characters. One day I put my ear up to the ground and I still swear to this day I heard Kermet the frogs voice.
I used to believe that all old houses had secret rooms. So, when we moved into an old house I was overjoyed and spent days searching for that secret room. I mean, the house was small and there was obviously no room for a secret room, but I just knew there had to be one. I still live in that house, I never found a secret room, but I still really wish there was one.
I used to believe nude furniture was ,furniture with pictures of naked people on them.
I used to believe that there were people hiding behind the walls in the space created by the studs. If they heard a certain password, they would come out of the wall and cause mayhem.
I used to have a major fear of fire and would ask my parents every night whether there would be a fire that night. I thought it was something that was planned and they would know about it so we could get out on time.
We moved house when I was about 9 and the night before we moved my gran was taking the lightshades down. As she put the lightbulbs back in my dad said don't touch the lightswitch your gran will go up in a blue light if you do.
I had visions of lighting up blue and crackling just the way they do in cartoons. I was itching to flick the switch to see this phenomenon
I used to believe that when the Dryer Buzzer went off (When your clothes are done drying) It was hungry. My brother often told me this, and had stuck me in there about 3 times. NEVER TURNED IT ON!! Therefore, because of him, I hate my Dryer!
My sister would always tell me that the pink stuff that you put in the walls was poisonous. So if someone ever touched it, they would get this horrible disease and spread it to others if they went near them. But everyone that got the disease would die immediately.
When I was little, my brother and I were allowed to mix up the various toiletries and stuff that were kept under the sink to make "potions". One time I mixed Bactine and witchhazel and was convinced that I'd invented a new healing concoction that would treat all wounds, causing them to heal within a day.
I used to believe that the decorative flamingos in my garden were real.
I remember that when i was three or 4 my parents told me we were going to move. I pictured us driving away with our house tied to the top of the car. To my surprise, the house stayed where it was when we left.
i used to believe that inanimate objects were happiest among thier own kind and that if i threw away a peice of paper, id better put it near another peice of paper in the trash, cuz itd be happier.
When my brother was little, his friends mother told him that she puts her son in the dryer to dry after he takes a bath. He went home and got upset when my mother wouldn't do the same for him
whenever i set the table i used to think that the knife and the spoon were dating since they were placed together and that the fork was jealous of them and was plotting to steal the spoon from the knife one day
I used to think that "wall-to-wall" carpeting meant that the entire room had carpet on it, including all the walls.
I used to think that if you left a vaccume cleaner switched on when it was standing upright it would eventually suck through the floor and continue down through the earth.
I asked my mum about this once and she told me it was true!
My mum used to tell me that I had to keep my room tidy as the Queen checked all children's rooms at random and would be very disappointed to find it messy.
When I was about 2 or 3, my uncles, Larry and Bill, used to lift me up so I could touch the Ceramic Bald Eagle mounted above my grandparent's dining room entrance. When I touched it, they would make a screeching bald eagle sound. I didn't know they were doing this though...
When I was 15 and my grandfather passed away and we were moving my grandmother to an apartment, I saw the bald eagle and asked my grandmother if I could have it. She said, "Sure" and I grabbed it and it didn't make any noise. I thought the batteries were dead and asked where the batteryies were supposed to go. About 10 of my extended family members looked at me with a perplexed look on their faces, then after I told them what I thought, they screamed with laughter at my expense for about 20 minutes.
I'm 35 now and love to do the same thing to my kids and grandson. :)
i used to believe that the heavy bass coming from cars and houses and their music was giant people's feet stomping aorund needless to say i had many a sleepless night wandering if my house would be next :s