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When I was very young I used to wonder what the little tin door was on the back of the house. It was, of course, the entrance to the crawl space, but it bewildered me for years.
There was so much mystery contained in this strange little door . . . what could it possibly lead to? One day, my curiousity got the best of me and I opend it up to take a peek. The first thing I was in this dark area, was a couple of very old, glass soft drink bottles.
That was enough for me, I immediatly assumed that a man lived down there and I should probably not invade his property. I stay a safe distance from that little doorway until I was at least 9 years old.
I used to be very afriad of our front door. i thought it looked like a face i guess, because the windows looked like eyes and a nose or something. i would cry or be soooo scared when i walked by, usually when it was darker. but was ok after because my mom made this big red smiling mouth out of construction paper and put it beneath the windows on the door to make it a smiling face. she then called the door "Doris the Door" to make me feel better. i don't know how but it worked!!!
I used to think that bobbie pins were actually called "Barbie Pins" and that they were made from old Barbie dolls that no one wanted anymore.
when i was little i use to believe that the furniture would come to life at night. because i would hear it crack. i use to get scared and not breath until i heard my mom cough or move from her room then i would move and not breath again until she did it agian
Once, after I had been reading a book about aircraft from the second world war, I convinced myself that the reason that my bedroom ceiling dipped a bit in the middle was that there was a second world war bomb between it and the floor above. I told my parents but they didn't believe me.
I used to believe that the fire place surround had several nuggets of gold between the stones until years later I caught an aunt polishing them with brass cleaner
I went to one of my mum's friend's houses once.
The radio was on and so was the washing machine, and I somehow thought the two were connected! I probably wondered why other people's machines didn't talk...
One day when I was about 6 my mom asked me to clean some silverware. I had to use a special cream. After a little while I noticed there was a bit of tarnish that I couldn't get off. It was then my mom mentioned that I had to use more elbow grease. I wondered why she hadn't mentioned it in the first place as I was only using the cream. I was a little put off by her lack of detail but immediately started searching all the cupboards and drawers for the grease. I got a complete understanding 20 minutes later when my mother found me rummaging and asked what I was looking for.
My Mom had me clean the bathroom as one of my chores, and she always bought the same cleaning product. A foam cleaner called 'scrubbing bubbles'...with a little cartoon picture of bubbles with happy faces, and scrubbers on the bottom of them. I would spray the bathtub and sit there searching for any sign of the the little scrubbing bubbles to start moving around, but they never did. Eventually I would have to give up and start wiping the tub clean, but I always felt that I should have waited longer.
as young children,my dad told us human head was used in making louvre glasses.so whomever brakes one wil have he's or her head cutoff. it worked,none got broken after that
I used to believe that if you opened the window at night time, the darkness outside would come in and fill the room. My older brother would delight in tormenting me as he threatened to let the dark in by opening our bedroom window.
When I was small, I used to believe that "duct tape" was actually "duck tape", as in having something to do with ducks . . . made to use on ducks? Made of ducks? And that's why the tape was so sticky?
When I was three, I “fed” the outlet because it looked, to me, like a sad, hungry face. Those faces must have been hungry, because I’d never seen anyone feed them. Immediately feeling responsible for the supposedly starving outlets, I pushed the crumbly graham cracker right into the plug holes.
Now, I was a pretty quick learner for a three year old, and I found out in about half a second that outlets are not, in fact, hungry.
There was a laundry shute on the 2nd floor across the hall from my bedroom. I would throw my dirty clothes down the shute and it would land in a basket at the end of the chute in the basement. I truly believed that the chute magically cleaned my clothes and somehow all the laundry would appear folded on my bed several hours later!
When I was about 5 years old, we moved into a new house. It had a big room with a built in bar. When we had our house warming, my (older) cousin told me that the bar used to be an actual pub, where people came to drink. He said that they had to close it down because someone was murdered there, and buried in the wood panelling on the walls...
As if that wasn't scary enough, a few years later (I was around 9) my family went to Paris. My sister and I had our portraits sketched and my dad hung them in the dining room, on the other side of the wall with the "body". The eyes of the portraits used to follow me around the room, and i thought that the ghost of the murdered man was watching me through my own picture! For years i couldn't walk through those rooms alone if the light was off!
In 2nd grade, my friend Jessica told me if I called 1800-HEAVEN, I could talk to anybody who has went to heaven. This also meant I could call 1800-Santa/Tooth-Fairy/Easter Bunny. I immediately rushed home and began to call all these numbers, only to find out the reality of it was, there was no such thing
I used to think rust stains on the concrete outside our house were marks caused by mini meteorites falling from the night sky. Turns out, no mini meteorites ever fell onto our driveway. I always worried one would hit me on the head.
The clear tape dispenser on my 1st grade teacher's desk fascinated me. Since we didn't have a tape dispenser at home, I didn't know how they worked. So I surmised that the tape dispenser itself was what created the tape - out of thin air and in unlimited amounts. I begged my parents to buy me a tape dispenser because I had so many ideas of things I could make if I had unlimited tape. My hopes were crushed when I eventually witnessed my teacher opening the dispenser, throwing out the empty tape spool, and putting in a new one.
I used to think that dishwashers would fill completely up with water. Imagine my surprise one day when my Mom opened the dishwasher to add another dish! I braced myself for quite a torrent.
I was told as a child that the window key used to open all the windows in my house was infact a gun, hence giving me deep psycological problems reguarding guns. Whatsmore one of these keys hung one the wall above my bed....oh the nightmares!