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I used to think that a toilet was called a potty, and I also thought a tub was called a bath, rather than those words referring to the actions. My parents always seemed to call them by those names, and they would only say "toilet" or "tub" if they were angry.
Several years ago, my dad got a new motorized toothbrush, and it had lots of settings, the names of which showed up on a screen. One of the settings was "massage," but I misread it as "message." So I thought the motor and sound pattern was hiding a hidden message.
Also, when I finally discovered that it said "massage," I misinterpreted that. I didn't know that the massage was for your gums, so my dad was really mad at me when he saw me rubbing my back with his toothbrush!
Watching "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" when I was 5 was one of the worst mistakes I ever made. Since then, and up until a few years ago, I thought that if I didn't flush the toilet and get out fast enough, the Basilisk would come out of our toilet and eat me. Which is stupid really, because the Basilisk in Harry Potter lived in the water mains, not sewage pipes. And another dumb thing- there are no snakes here in New Zealand anyway!
My sister used to believe that Freddie Cruger would come up the toilet and scratch her bum and she had to call mum every time she went!!
I used to believe that recycled toilet paper was actually used toilet paper that had been recycled. It didn't help that the one time I saw a roll it was speckled and not all white.
When I was 6 and was taking a shower, I used to believe that the yellow bag hanging was for me to use. My mom came to check on me and found me peeing in her bag. She got a good laugh.
When I was small I used to see the "TOLET" sign and think people were renting out toilets for desperate customers.
I used to believe that once you pulled the plug in the bath a shark would swim out of the drain and eat you.
You see that overflow hole in bathroom sinks? I thought it was the mouth and would feed it clay every day otherwise the sink and the rats living in the hole would starve
I used to believe that if I held the flush button on the toilet down for long enough, it would be endlessly flushing and would forever drain the water supply. I would lie awake dreading this.
When I was a kid, I thought that anyone who was still in the bathroom when the toilet tank stopped filling would be electrocuted by the toilet. I have no explanation for this.
When I was about 4 or 5, I asked my mom what happened to the bath water once it went down the drain. She told me it went to a plant. She meant a water refinery plant, but for a while after that, I thought that somewhere out there was a plant so big it needed everyone's bath water to grow. :P
I used to believe that I could take a bath and talk into the water spout and anyone else taking a bath could hear me.
When I was younger there was always a bidet in my bathroom and for years i thought it was a broken toilet. Then came the times where my mom made me wash my feet in it and i would think to myself, "why am i washing my feet in a broken toilet"
When I was 5 or 6 I thought if you eat to much u would have to sit on the toilet for atleast 5 days that's why I was a skinny child until my mum explaind that its pretty much immpossible to sit on the toilet for more than 5 days. :) x
my mum always told me the water that comes out of the bathroom tap has spiders wee in it. To this day i wont drink from it!
i used to beleive that if you stood in the bath while the water was draining that you would be sucked down the plughole :s
When I was 4 I had the misconception that hair grew in water, which is why when I cut all my hair off and my mother wailed for my extraordinary explanation, I cheerfully replied, "don't worry mommy. It will grow back when I take a bath."
I used to believe that conditioner was also called 'rinse.' I believe this is from the directions to "Apply Shampoo and Rinse" on shampoo bottles.
When I was little (five or so), my mom must've told me not to flush garbage or something down the toilet. I assumed that if I did, she would know somehow. For many years afterwards I pictured a room like an aquarium with people watching a stream of water through huge windows, seeing what came down with each flush. I never figured out how they would tell which wads of toilet paper came from which toilet, though.