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When i was little i always wanted to be helpful! One day i wanted to help my dad mow the lawn. Him being in a hurry told me that i could get my toes chopped off. To this day i still scared to move the lawn.
I used to believe that leaf blowers had an unlimited supply of air in a tank, not that they blew a blast of air taken from the outside!
When I was young, I used to think that a "problem" was an actual, physical object. Whenever my parents said something along the lines of "we have a problem", I would searching around the house for the problem so I could throw it away. :)
On my first day of school we did a practice fire drill and where taught how we should line up outside, in front of the school in the event of a fire alarm. What our teacher didn't tell us, however, was that this only applied to school. So...a couple days later when I was at home with my parents, my mom was cooking something when she accidentally set off the fire alarm. I quickly dropped everything I was doing, opened the door and ran outside, expecting that my parents would follow me and we would "line up" in front of our house, just like at school.
I thought that if you look long enough into the hole of the sofa between the seat and the back, I would be transported into another world.
i used to beleive that everyone in the world went to sleep at 8:00pm (my bedtime)
I really did believe that you would go to jail if you removed the tag from the mattress because my father told me so! So I carefully destroyed the evidence when I accidently pulled the tag off. The name below has been changed to protect the guilty.
I didn't understand that selling your home was something you shose to do...I believed that anyone who wanted to buy your house could just come to your door and say so, and then you'd have to move. Until I was about 5 or 6 I lived in constant fear that we'd be forced out of our house.
When I was a young lad, I believed that the electrical outlets, which looked like two eyes and mouth, were talking to me, and I carried on long conversations with the outlets.
i used to believe that my be sheets with winnie the pooh on were a window into another world and if you jumped onto them you'd become part of that world. I spent countless numbers of hours jumping at my bed
I used to believe that baby oil came from squeezing babies
My mother used to tell us that if we incessantly rang the doorbell, it would make the house burn down in a fire.
When I was younger, I wa scared to death to get out of bed during the night because I thought gravity turned off with the sun and you would just float away. I always made sure to go to the bathroom before bed.
When I was little I used to believe that if I went up the stairs in the dark then I would never reach the top. I would just keep walking up the stairs for ever.
Once when I was a kid my Dad went into the attick. I was fascinated there was a room in the house I had never been in and I wanted to go so baddly. My Dad told me I couldn't because you had to walk on planks or you would fall through the ceiling. For the longest time I pictured floating boards in this attick and my Dad jumping on them as the floated by. I never did see the attick
At home, the fancy blue dishes we ate off of on special occasions were referred to as "Mama's good china." Obviously, the fancy dishes were hers, and no one elses'. One year, we were having Christmas dinner at my grandmother's house. Eager to help, I went into the kitchen to ask if I could be allowed to set the table with "Nana's good Japan."
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 young i used to believe tat a walk-in wardrobe was actually a wardrobe that could walk and bring your clothes to you.
I used to believe that almost everything bounced. One day I was caught with several bits of egg shell and egg yoke on the floor - I had been bouncing the eggs. Then another day, I tried to bounce one of my mum's china plant pots. I wasn't too popular that day.
When i was younger i uses to believe that when things got lost they were sucked into the carpet and turned up later when the carpet decided to put them back