at home: bathrooms

For a couple of years when I was about 7, we had to live in the outback (I'm Australian) so my Dad could get work with the local mining company. We rented an old 'house' (more like a shed really), with little by way of indoor plumbing. We had two working taps and what is called a 'long drop' toilet. This basically consisted of an outdoors shed, with half an oil drum (with a toilet seat on it) on some loosly placed planks which rested on top of an abandoned Opal mine shaft. As a kid I was terrified of going to the toilet because (among other things) I believed the mine shaft was actually a portal to Hell and that if I 'went' at the wrong time, the devil would look up, see my butt and drag me down there with all the poo-demons. As I grew older, this developed into a more simple and realistic fear of the planks collapsing and me falling down the mine shaft-'O-Crap and drowning horribly. For years I only went to the toilet at school - and on weekends, I went to my friends houses to 'visit'. To this day whenever I use a modern toilet, in a moment of reflection, I quietly give thanks...

It was long ago so I don't quite remember it. Someone told me once there are worms living in the tap. I haven't believe it and one day I've put my finger in the tap, it had stuck. When my grandma helpt me take it out I had a wound on it. For some time I believed there are finger-biting worms living in the tap.

While visiting family in Italy at age 6, I asked my mom what the bowl next to the toilet was for. She told me it was a water fountain. When I proceeded to lean over to take a drink, she about tackled me. It wasn't until many years later that I discovered it was a bidet for washing your privates.

when i was little i used to think that the giant from "jack in the beanstalk" lived in the celing fan in my bathroom and when i went to the bathroom i always had to keep looking at it to make sure he didn't come down and eat me!

When I was little and I used to take baths, I would sit in the tub and watch the all water go down the drain before I got out. Toward the end, the water tends to make a "tornado". I believed that there was a tiny village in the drain and I was a villainous giant who was destroying their town with my tornado. I felt kind of bad about it, but what could I do?

When i was about 8 i watched Jaws! i was terrified and hid behind my mum and a giant cushion! After i had a bath and was petrified to go in, if i did a great white shark would come out of the plug hole and eat me whole with my legs first!!! i finally watched the film when i was 16 and i'm still afraid of sharks!!! X

I USED TO BELIEVE THAT IF I WANKED IN THE SHOWER A MEMBER OF MY FAMILY COULD GET PREGNANT.

I thought that if I put my hand on the drain while the bathtub was draining my fingers would get stuck in there. I assumed that to get me loose, firemen would have to come to my house and chop off my hand. I'm not quite sure why I thought firemmen.

When I was younger I was scared to go to the bathroom because I believed that a wolf lived inside my mother's hamper and that if he heard me walk by, he would sprint towards me and eat me. To this day, unfortunately, I'm still deathly afraid of wolves.

My brother made me believe for years that our bathroom was a space ship. We used to close the door and we traveled all arround the universe, he even scared me some times saying that he had problems to come back home...until one day when my mom suddendly opened the door and i saw the floor outside instead of Mars....

i use to believe that the bathroom was where shoes and pants lived!!!! it was scary!!!!

My daughter-in-law believed that you couldn't take a bath or shower if the electricity was out.
It turned out that she grew up in a house that had well water and an electric pump that got the water into the house. So if there was a power outage, of course there was no water.
But even after she married my son, she still believed this. He had to explain that not every home uses well water, so showering was still an option even during a power outage.

My brothers and I always loved baths. One time my dad was trying to get him out of the bath water that was, by this time freezing cold. My dad started to drain the water and near the end the drain made a loud, sucking noise. Horrified my brother asked, "Dad what's that?!" My dad responded with outreached arms, "I DON'T KNOW!! HURRY UP GET OUT!!!!"

The tub moster was a chilhood fear of my brother for years.

This is not a toilet beleif, but similar. I used to refuse to let the bathwater out of the tub because I was conviced that the drain was a tube that ran straight down and ended in a room and the water poured out on a lion's head and woke him up. I thought one day he would stop roaring at me and just break through the bottom of the tub and eat me.

I thought the gurle of the drain in the bathtub was a lion roaring. I assumed there was a lion in the basement that drank my bath water, and when the last of the water went down the drain, he roared.

For the first 18 years of my life, I thought it was odd that the one thing it was illegal for me to sell or trade was my bathroom weigh scale. What kind of controlled device was it that it couldn't be sold to someone else or traded for something else?

And yet, every one I've ever seen had that label clearly displayed: "Not for Sale or Trade".

It wasn't until I mentioned it out loud that a friend pointed out (amid laughter) that the scale could not be used to *weigh* things for the purpose of pricing them.