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When I was little i thought that the mirrors in the bathroom were actually cameras and people were watching me, so i sang and danced for them and even did toliet paper commercials.
I used to think that a mirror was my twin! I used to talk to the mirror and everythin. I gave it high fives, and whenever I left the bathroom or my room I would wave goodbye. it was my own personal twin! I am completly weird!
When I was 13, I convinced my friend that the mirror in her bathroom was actually one-way glass and her brother was watching her from his bedroom...
When I would get up at night to go to the bathroom, I never turn on the light because it makes it harder to get to back to sleep. But, up until I was about 25, I would never look at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands because I was sure I would have glowing red eyes. I think I finally told myself to grow up, and tested the theory enough times to prove it wrong
I used to think that it was kind of sad that the bathroom mirror just sat there, reflecting and reflecting all day long with nobody in the room to see it.
This made me wonder if the mirror would stop reflecting when you weren't looking at it. I wondered what it looked like when it wasn't reflecting, and I used to try to sneak up on the bathroom mirror and catch it unawares. It was always too smart for me, though.
I also thought it was amazing that it was able to reflect without needing any electricity.
The neighbours and I were
surprised to discover that my
25 year old (ex)boyfriend
believed it was OK to wander
around naked, with an erection,
whilst the curtains were open
and the light was on because
"When you put the light on at
night the window goes all like
mirror so nobody can see in".
I read somewhere that you can only see ghosts in mirrors and you can't see vampires in them at all.
This made washing my hands in front of the bathroom mirror at night very tricky as I'd have to stare into the mirror checking for ghost and whip my head around every few seconds to make sure no vampires were sneaking up on me.
I went through this phase when I was about 6 where I strongly believed that the person in the mirror was the REAL me and I was just her reflection, and that there was a thing where we got switched. I think I must've read too much Alice in Wonderland.
When I was about 5, my grandma had this mirror on her bed, and my brother, who was older than me, said if i got Naked and went toe first into the mirror, I would be in fun land....
There is no fun land.
In Grade School, we had old mirrors that slightly doubled the image. When washing my hands, I checked myself in the mirror. I noticed a 'ghostly' double image, and because I was really sick, I thought I was dying, and that was my ghost. I had a panic attack and passed out, only to have laied there for 10 minutes until a student and thier mother found me. They claimed I looked dead and ran for help. I had gone to the hospital, and when I returned, the student was shocked to see me 'alive'. I had thought I was a zombie for years, because when I checked the mirror last, the double image had disapeered! [They had gotten new mirrors when I left]
i think i was about 7 when i had a frightening dream that my reflection came out of the mirror and caused all kinds of trouble for me, evil twin style. after that i was terrifyed that it would really happen, and checked on my reflection quite often to make sure it wasn't planning on anything.
Before I went to bed, I always made sure my hand mirror was turned mirror side down so all the look wouldn't go out of it during the night.
When I was little about 4 years old I used to think that the mirror was a video camera and Iused to use my toothbrush to show all the people watching that I could really sing. Even though I believed this I knew the people didnt want to watch my mom so the video camera turned off when I walked out of the bathroom
I used to believe that mirrors reflected everything. So if you threw a rock at a mirror it would bounce off 'reflected' leaving the mirror unscathed.
When I was young and my father brushed my hair before school in front of our huge bathroom mirror, he used to say "look at the monkey in the mirror." I looked for the monkey until I was 6 or 7. When I figured it out, I told him there was a big hairy gorrilla behind the monkey.
When I was 6, I was afraid to go in my aunt's closet because I once saw the ghost of a little boy inside it. Some years later, I looked inside with a flashlight only to find a mirror in the back of the closet.
I used to believe that if you were caught alone with a TV that was turned off at night then it would try to manipulate you into "entering" it so that you can entertain others in some sort of magic TV land forever.
I also used to think that any sort of reflective surface I looked into was not reflecting my image, but what I would look like if I was a part of the television's world.
At the end of The Simpsons, there is a short scene after the credits with a bunch of people sitting in a room watching a movie. One of them says, "Shhh!" and then some music plays. This used the scare the HELL out of me. I thought I was watching people who were already trapped in the TV and had basically adapted to their new lives.
When I told my older sister this she marely reinforced these ideas. She also used to turn the volume WAY up when The Simpsons ended, then she would hold me down in front of the TV so that I could watch the people at the end...
I think I was 4 or 5 at the time.
i used to believe that i hosted my own reality show to people living inside mirrors. when something good would happen, i would say "and thats how you get that done" and when something bad would happen i would be ashamed and not look in any mirrors, knowing i'd dissapointed my fans.
when i was about 6 i thought that behind the mirror was a whole other world and the mirror was really a window. so i used to walk up to the window and invite my reflection to come over for a play date. i was quite dissapointed when " my friend from the other world" didn't show up!
I used to believe that the tiny creatures living under my bed aimed a knife at my heart every evening when I laid down. However, if I moved, it would take them fifteen minutes to reset the knife position. So I'd check the time on my clock and every fifteen minutes I'd wiggle around to throw off their aim until I fell asleep. To this day I'm still a very restless sleeper.