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One bathtime when I was 4 there must have been rust in the pipes or something because the water came out slightly reddish-brown. I assumed we were getting ginger ale to bathe in.
after i was finished with my bath and the water was draining out, the drain would make a sound which, to me, sounded exactly like a cow moo-ing. i was completely convinced that a farmer had previously lived in our house and after bathing his cow accidentally let it get sucked down the drain.
to this day i wont let any part of my body touch touch the drain if there's water in the tub.
Since I was 7 years old, I used to beleive that the drain in our shower as evil and sucked women in because, whenever my a woman took a bath there (Sister, Mother etc.)There was a Cluster of hair forming at the bottom of the bath, I beleived that if you don't cover the drain at the bottom you will get sucked in.But, If you cover the drain too long the room will explode because the monster is sucking too hard on you.Ever since then I covered the drain with anything I got my hands on.
When I was nine I watched part of a movie on TV where some poltergeist reached up through a puddle of oil on a garage floor and pulled the little girl of the movie through to him. After that, I was convinced that he was real and could do the same thing in the bathtub, because our drain was slow and there was always a small pool of water at the bottom. I got so scared that I eventually started standing on washclothes in the shower, believing they would act as a barrier and protect me from the poltergeist.
When I was little, whenever I went to the bathroom at my grandma's house, I always thought there was a dead person in the tub. Every now and then I still check the bathtub before doing my business!
I always hated taking baths when I was younger, because I believed the reflections and the light rays in the tub meant that there were sharks around waiting to eat me.
After Sept 11 (i was in 4th grade at the time) i couldnt use the bathroom for a week because i was positive that osama bin laden was living in my bathroom sink cabinet and would kill me if he saw me because i was american.
i only indulged in sitting on our bathroom floor once to play with my bathing toys because my mom warned me to keep my eyes open for earthworms. she said they tend to crawl out of the spaces between the tiles and enter one's body through his/her holes (you know). i feared bathroom floors since then. now that i'm grown up, i dropped the fear, but i still keep off any tile, even on walls.
The fan in our bathroom when I was younger was really loud. The switch was right by the one for the light and my mum taught me not to press the fan. I think she was just trying to teach me how to turn on the light but for a few years later, I believed that the fan switch woke up a monster and that was the noise.
when i was younger i used to think that when you flushed the toilet, if you wern't downstairs or in bed or doing whatever you were doing before using it before the sound of the flushing stopped, the sound would drag you back to the toilet in slow motion and you'd get sucked into the sewers with everyone else that hadn't been fast enough.
I used to believe there was a guy living under our sink holding a bucket that he would use to catch all our water that went down the drain.
I was always certain that there was either an alligator or a shark in the plumbing of my bathtub. I used to tell them stories while I was taking a bath to make sure they didn't eat me. I think I was in my late teens before I stopped worrying about it.
When I was really small, maybe 4, my mother told me to be careful when bathing because " even George Washington slipped and fell in the bathtub ". I have no idea where this silly belief originally came from, but I believed my mother. I even fleshed it out so to speak in my imagination- George Washington was always standing up in a modern bathtub, naked but wearing his wig, and then suddenly he throws up his arms, yells " whoops!" and down he goes with a big splash.Then I imagined a female voice off stage so.to speak exclaiming "George, George are you all right?" ( Martha of course).It was so real to me.I was very careful in the tub.Years later I asked my mom where she had gotten the George Washington in the bathtub story and she looked at me like I'd lost my mind and said "they didn't even HAVE bathtubs in those days!" I don't know if that's true,but she seemed very sure that George in the bathtub had never been discussed.Years later, she admitted that the story had come from her own mother, who had also denied ever telling it.Generational amnesia, or just generational denial? All I know is that if I ever have a daughter, I will teach her bathtub safety without George Washington and his soggy wig.
I will be forever grateful to Mr. Rogers. I thought for sure that I was going to go down the bathtub drain. He assured me we kids couldn't. YAH! Love him forever.
When I was 3 or 4, my oldest sister's fiance came to visit for a weekend, and upon waking up one morning I found him washing his hair in the kitchen sink. I was horrified and I began freaking out and pleading with him not to wash his hair in the kitchen sink! I didn't want to tell anyone that the reason was that nobody was supposed to wash their hair anywhere but the bathtub - he was a grownup, and he was supposed to already know this stuff! I still get teased about that to this day.
I used to think Colgate's "Total" toothpaste would be different colours all in the one tube. An older ad for it showed them squeezing it out of the tube, and it was different colours each time. A few months later I stayed over at someone's house and they had the toothpaste. Much to my disappointment, it came out white, and only white, just like the boring toothpaste I had at home.
I used to always get out of the bath before pulling th eplug as I used to believe that all of the spiders who had disappeared down there could come back up as the water went down.
The sea was there because I left a tap dripping all night.
when i was younger i used to always over fill the bath and sink, often flooding the bathroom. so my mum told me that there was a mouse that lived in the over flow hole, and if i over filled the bath/sink i would drown the mouse. i believed her until i was about 11, when her and my sister were reminiscing, and laughing about the fact i belived her. if i hadnt caught them, i probably would still believe them to this day!
the other stupid idea that was put into my head when i was little, was that i thought that when i flushed the toilet, something could come out of it and get me, but only when i flushed at night. my way of escaping this was to put the toilet lid down, hold the pully light switch at the same time as the flushing handle, flush, run out of the bathroom as fast as i could until i ran out of light switch cord and pull it to turn it off at the last minute! if anything it kept me fit.
This is actually about my bathtub. When I was 3-7 years old, we had a round lever on our wall that had "wolverine" writen on it because that was its companies name. It had 2 bolts on the sides of it that looked like eyes, with the slit in them to make it look like it was almost closed but sleeping, and a lever in the middle that you pulled down to drain the water. Well I always thought that there was a monster in our wall called wolverine and if the water got too high and reached him, he would wake up, his eyes would open (the bolts), and he would jump out and eat me. So for years I tried not to touch him a at all except to drain the water, which I thought he drank.