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My great-uncle Ben (who was actully a friend of the family) died when me and my brother were quite little. We used to think that if we got to the attic, then we would be able to see him. We weren't aloud to go to the attic, so we designed some contraptions to get us up there. I put some food (camernbert cheese) in a bag, incase we were there for a long time, but the cheese went off!
We also used to beleive that the heater under the stairs was his heart, because it was coverd in red plastic, but it couldn't have been, because it was the same size as him!
I used to believe that the idea of insurance was so that when your house burns down, the insurance company replaces every single thing in your house.
I used to be amazed that the company knew about every single posession we owned, and assumed that basically everytime we bought something, the insurance company was informed.
I was sceptical though that they would be able to replace EVERYTHING so I used to fret about making sure I saved my favourite toys in an emergency. I was truly concerned about saving them!
I use to believe that Santa Claus brought the TV Guide every night because every morning when I woke up, there would always be a new one in the living room.
I know, it's weird. Don't ask.
i used to believe that shoes came alive in the night. i would wake up in the morning and freak out that my shoes had been walking over me as they were surrounding my bed. it was only after 6 months of me waking up and screaming that my mum realised that my brother was getting all our shoes and placing them around the bed, then move them back after i started crying and had run from the room.
When I was very young, I believed that houses were carved out of one gigantic block of wood.
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!
When I was 5 I thought that I am the only living person and everyone is there to make me happy and when I leave a room the time there stops and all the people there turn into dolls...
When i was around 5 or 6, i use to think that spiders went up my bum when i was on the toilet so, everytime i needed a poo, i would look inside and around the toilet to make sure there was no spiders.
I was staying at my grandparents' place and their spare bedroom has a large window leading to a huge (like the size of a room) abandoned aviary.
Well, I woke up in the night, looked up, and saw my reflection in the window. Being half asleep, I thought it was another person and shouted, "Ah! There's a girl in the aviary!".
I always saw people on TV take suitcases with them when they ran away. So I would threaten to run away when I was mad and grab my empty suitcase from the closet and go sit at the end of the driveway. I wasn't allowed farther from the house than that and didn't get the concept of actually running away.
When I was about 3, I had a fear of ceiling fans. I guess I thought they might fall down and slice me up or something.
Our family lived in Malawi Africa and often there were power cuts. The candles were lit and at 5 years old I firmly believed that the candles helped the electricity come back on.
When i was younger i beleived that if I didn't stir anything the right way (clockwise) Then the devil would get me!
My Mum always told my sisters and I that we couldn't have chocolate decorations on the Christmas tree because the fairy lights would melt them. It wasn't until I was much,much older and had my own Christmas tree,I realised that wasn't true. When I told my mum about my discovery, she just laughed!
i used to believe that when you turned light switches off and the lights went out, that the switches themselves would try to make the lights go back on again. they did this cause i believed they had minds of their own and they liked when the lights were on. so every once and a while,at least a few times a day, i would push them down. i used to tell my mother that we couldn't go on vacation without someone to come and push the light switches down a few times a day. i'm still in therapy for stuff like that
i watched to much cartoons because i used to believe if you stuck a piece of metal in a light socket you could see your own bones like an x-ray...it did'nt work!!!
When I was little, we used to keep a spare key in a freezer we had in the garage. My mom would tell me to put it back right after I opened the door. I used to think that was because the key would melt in the keyhole, so I would always put the key back right away. I didn't figure out that it was to hide it from burglars until I was about ten.
I used to believe when you moved, you traded houses with the person that wanted to move into your house. You also kept all their possesions. So i felt sorry for my cousin who moved into a smaller house than she was in before becuase i believed she has gotten ripped off.
When I was little, I was playing around with my mom's phone. She told me that if I pressed a certain button (don't remeber which one), the house would explode. I thought I had pressed the button, so I ran out of the house screaming and crying. I climbed up a tree, because I thought a tree couldn't catch fire.
after repeatedly hearing the phrase 'shut the door, there's a draft' I quickly decided a draft was a large monster, not unlike a lion, it's apprearance imminent. I always shut the door really fast.