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When I was very small i was convinced that I could go down the bathtub drain, just like the water. I would FREAK OUT if someone didn't grab me out of the tub before the little "drain tornado" appeared. Thank god for physics.
When I was a child and when my mom would give me a bath, to get me to keep my head back so that she could wash my hair, she would tell me "talk to Mr Ceiling" i really thought there was a man that lived in our ceiling!!!
After watching "It" by Stephen King for the first time, I refused to step on a bathroom drain because I was afraid that a clown would come up from the drain below and attach me. To this day, i still won't stand on drains because it makes me uncomfortable even though I know that there is no clown down there now.
I used to believe that whenever i took a bath, i should'nt move around a lot because the tub would give in under my weight and i would fall into a bottomless pit.
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
When I was little I thought that when you flushed the toilet, Darth Vader would burst out of the shower wall. To this day (I'm 28), after using the potty, I have to fix my pants, wash my hands, and then flush. I still run like hell. My husband is very amused.
Having watched my mother test the temperature of the water by running her fingers under the hot tap, I used to believe that was how the water was actually heated, and spent quite some time wondering why my fingers wouldn't heat the water up.
when i was little i used to be afraid of taking showers because i thaught a huge car wash brush would crash through the ceiling and wash me to death.
My brother told me that a woman and her husband had drowned in our bathtub and lived beneath the bath waiting to come out and get me.
Needless to say, after that episode I was a fairly unhygienic child.
I used to love sloshing about in the bathtub, but I thought that if I overdid it, I would summon up "the Kraken", a huge, blood-red octopus with fangs. So, whenever I thought that i might be sloshing uncontrollably, I would hop out for a minute or two.
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.
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 believed that the water droplets in the strainer-like shower drain after my shower were the eyes of little drain creatures that would blink and eventually disappear when the water was all gone .
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.
As a child I lived in a cottage with a bath in the kitchen on the ground floor. One day a bee crawled up the plug hole from outside. My sister and I (we were 3 and 5 at the time) were bathed together and from then on neither of us would be last out of the bath as we believed the bees would get us when the plug was pulled.
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.
When I was younger I used to think that when you took a shower that the water would go down the drain...and come right back down through the shower head...like a continous circle. Then I began thinking...is everything this way? Toilets, sinks, and even pools became disgusting to me...knowing that everyone was swimming in their own waste...uuhhhh.
i used to think that if you closed your eyes in the shower, then little centipedes would come out of the shower head!
I have no idea when or why, but at some point in my youth, my overactive imagination — probably triggered by the slightly hollow echoes produced when stepping into the shower — seized upon the idea that there was no actual support structure underneath the bathtub. The tub was only connected to the house at the edges where you could see it caulked to the wall, and underneath there was only a vast, gaping chasm. I was terrified that at any point during a bath or shower, the caulking would give way, or the bottom of the tub would drop out, and I'd go plummeting into the depths of the earth.
Of course, this is very silly.
But even now, every so often during a shower, I'll get a slightly nervous tingle in my psyche, and quickly check the seams around the tub to make sure that there are no obvious cracks…
When I was about 7, My family and I went on a family holiday to Florida. On an outing to Universal Studies there was like an i-max thing (3d glasses etc) which was some M.Jackson video where he threw doves and they came out the screen... Whilst queing you had to pass the "bates motel" from psycho, and we were all shown a clip from the film.. the shower stabbing scene. Needless to say i was terrified, and for the next 3/4 years everytime i went into the bathroom i had to pull back the shower curtain to check nothing was there!I lived in abject fear when sat on that toilet just staring at the curtain praying it wouldnt move...
...im ok now!