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As a child, every time I took anything from the refridgerator or freezer, after I had finished, I would give the door a gentle push so that it would close slowly giving me enough time to get off of the linoleum and onto the carpet of the living room before it closed. I believed that if I was still on the linoleum when it closed, then I would turn into a frozen iceblock statue.
when my friend and i were little we wanted to make the fire detecter go of. so we wiggled and went up and down trying to act like fire and set the fire detecter of.
I used to believe we couldn't have satellite television because the trees were too tall around our house. Yes, my Dad really told me that was why.
I believed until I was 17 that blankets were inherently warm. They seriously aren't. They don't generate heat at all.
I remember myself being around 5 years old when this happened. Sometimes at night, while sleeping in my little crib, I would hear a chain dragged on the hallway outside my room, in the middle of the night. You can imagine the sound, a metalic sound. This kept happening until I was 8 or 9 years old, and I was always horrified by it so I never told anybody about it. I always thought there was an evil ghost there and if i get out of my room it would take me with it. sometimes i would even cry. It all stopped when I became old enough to face it, just to discover it was actually the refrigerator warming up or cooling down, and the sound was made by it's pump.
I used to believe that if you turned the thermastat temperature above 70 degrees that everything would melt.
I used to think that when you dialled the wrong number on the phone and the recorded lady said"please check the number you have dialled and try again" that the lady who said it was the queen of england and it wasnt recorded...as if the queen would sit there at the phone all day!LOL
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 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.
when i was about 7, my family moved. All i knew was that we were living in one house one day and another the next.
As a result, for a long time i thought that the way people moved was to put some stuff in the trunk of their car and drive around until they found a house they liked; as in 'i want this one' and its yours
As a very young kid (around 7 or 8) I got a childrens book called "How to dig a hole to the other side of the world" and I knew my purpose in life. You can actually see several of the pages at Amazon.
Digging everyday after school behind the garage for several weeks got me a hole I could barely climb out of. When my parents finally realized I was actually making some possibly dangerous progress they filled it in as I sobbed uncontrollably. As obviously silly as it is, I'll never forget how upset and bitter I was that day.
I used to believe that there was treasure hidden in our landing wall, needless to say after much digging, it turned out not to be true.
When I was 3 or 4, my uncle was babysitting me, and apparently I made a mess by dumping water on my favorite slippers which i had outgrown.
he asked what i was doing, and i explained that I was watering them so they would grow.
I used to think that everything had a soul, including buttons, pebbles, bits of fluff etc. So whenever I lost a button off a shirt, or my mum went to throw away a piece of fluff, I would "rescue" it and keep it in a drawer in my room so that they could all talk to each other and have friends.
I believed you ran the vacuum to cut the carpet and used the lawn mower to smooth out the grass.
This goes back to the early 50's. I remember asking my mother how the radio worked (before we had a TV). She said it worked with tubes. I puzzled with that and I imagined a room with walls of tiny hoses or tubes that the announcers spoke into. The tubes must have carried their voices to each person's radio. I had to believe it - my mother told me it was so!
My father made me belief that (I was pretty young) at night all the light was gathered in the refrigerator, so I went out to check just after my parents went to bed and what a surprise it was all there!
I had four strange beliefs.
1. I believed that Tyrannosaurus Rex lived in my mom's bathroom's linen closet. He would come out to eat me if I ever said his name. If I ever had to talk about him, therefore, I had to whisper either 'tyrannosaurus' and say 'rex' normally or say 'tyrannosaurus' normally and whisper 'rex'. That way, he would not know I was talking about him, and I would be safe.
2. I believed that three rhinos marched around my bed in continuous circles at night and would pierce me to death with their horns if I moved. If I remained still under the sheets, I was safe.
3. The Kermit with the axe entry on this site fascinated me since I also had a belief involving a violent Sesame Street muppet. I believed that Ernie lived under my pillow and if I peeked under my pillow to see him, he would grab me by the neck and strangle me to death. It was an especially odd belief since he was one of my favorite characters on the show...
4. Finally, I believed that Bill Cosby lived in my bedroom wall. I would talk to him and he would not answer but I knew he was listening. That only lasted a couple of days because my parents found me leaning against my wall talking to him and told me that he did not need to rent space in our walls because he had a nice house in California, a state on the other side of the country.
One time I left the hose running in the front yard and couldn't turn it off, so I ran inside crying thinking the world was going to flood.
When I was very young, my older sister told me that you had to sleep on the same pillow every night or your head would fall off. She even said that once, her pillow accidently got switched with another pillow, and she had to get surgery to reattach her head!