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Me and my friend were always strong believers in stuff that gave you luck. My parents told me that if you looked close enough you would be able to find a 4 leaf clover in our back garden. It was a huge garden and me and my friend never foun one... even though we spent all day looking for one (we did find an easter egg from the easter hunt a few days before though!)
My parents could not afford a girls bike for me which made me very sad. When I was about 6 yrs old. I told myself I could ride my brothers bike. I slipped my right foot under the bar over to the right petal pushed the bike along until I got on a good roll and put my left foot on the other petal. With persistance and many tears, scraped knees and bruises.."I mastered riding my brother's bike "from the side"...my parents, neighbors clapped and whistled as I would ride up and down our block. What a sight that must have been!
When I was little I loved to collect those erasers that smelled like fruit or candy or what have you. I noticed that over time the scent would fade and I thought it was because of people sniffing them too much, so when my friends sniffed them, I made them exhale through their noses back onto the eraser so they could "give back" the scent
When I was four I went with my family to attend an open house for my sister's brownie troop. They had refreshments, including brownies and kool-aid. After the evening was over and we were on our way home I announced to everyone that when I was old enough I was going to be a Kool-Aid Scout. Everyone laughed, and I still getted ribbed about that one, 25 years later.
When I was a child I used to play Zelda 2 on my Nintendo a lot. I was terribly scared of the "game over" screen with the red-and-black Gannon on it.
For years afterwards I was afraid that Gannon would pop out of my TV screen during the night and capture me.
(I have to admit that I still get the shivers when I hear the "nyuk nyuk nyuk" sound that belonged to that particular game over screen.)
My husband and I were talking about getting our 4 year old into voice lessons. When we asked her what she thought she said she thought it would be cool to be able to talk like other people. Ha Ha! She thought voice lessons were given to be able to disguise your voice like other people, like Granny, Mommy, Daddy and to be able to cry just like her baby sister.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that you could be drafted into the Boy Scouts. (And I was deathly afraid!)
My sister started Brownies 2 years before me and her and her friends would come home raving about how great 'Brown owl' was. When i eventually went to Brownies, i walked in the room and saw a brown plastic owl in the middle of the floor sat on a plastic toad stool. I looked at it horrified and whispered to my sister 'Is that brown owl???' wondering what sort of strange plastic-worshipping cult she'd brought me to. It wasn't until after she and her friend's had finished laughing at me that i realised Brown Owl was in fact a real person.
I was convinced that when someone played a trombone the sliding tube went down their throat.
I took piano lessons in grade school. The book with the music in it also had illustrations of the composers that were very lifelike. The one of Johann Sebastian Bach really freaked me out and I thought he was watching me with this stern expression. (The fact that he'd been dead for 200 years made it even more eerie.) I had to hide the music book in a different room when I wasn't using it, because his eyes followed me everywhere. I couldn't even learn the piece because he was looking at me. Finally my dad glued a piece of paper over the face, which took some explaining at my next lesson...
I'm 32 and pictures of Bach still give me the creeps. I don't play the piano anymore, either.
When i was young i had a racer (bike) and used to hate cleaning it. On this one day i could not shift a bit a dirt for love nor money, so i went and asked my step dad to help me. Probably sick and tired of helping change tyres oil this that and the other he told me to go back and put some 'elbow grease' into it. Off back to the garage i went, i returned 5 minutes later saying 'where do you keep the elbow grease then i cant find it'!!!!!!!!!.
As you can imagine this brought much laughter and a very red face when explained.
when i was about two i made this felt picture for my dad and he hung it up at his work. It was really good and is still there, i always used to wonder how on earth i managed to do such a great picture, unil recently mum told me that she actually helped a little (so basically she did the whole thing)
One time, when I was little, we were at the beach on a really hot day, and my cousin was flying a black kite shaped like a stingray. A storm rolled in so she had to take the kite down really fast. When she got the kite down it was hot and when she touched it, it burned her. And, as she got burned she said something like, “Ow, he got me.” After that, I always believed that kites could bite you.
Me and a small group of my friends used to play "Victorians" when we were about 7. This involved pretending to wear crinolines and carry candles and oil-lamps, alongside the usual mums and dads type stuff.
I have only recently discovered this is not entirely normal. My boyfriend thinks it's hysterical.
I was 14 until I realised that pipe-cleaners were for cleaning pipes. I had never seen them used for anything other than arts and crafts.
It wasn't until I saw them for sale in a tabaconist that I broke the word down and realised it was a "pipe" - "cleaner".
as a young boy I watched a film where a a cowboy fell off a horse after riding at breakneck speed across the desert. The marshal said "He's dead from loss of blood!". for years i believed riding horses fast would drain your blood. I never saw the bit where the cowboy had been shot before the desert riding scene. To this day I am wary of horsed
In my Girl Scout handbook there was a line about how a sculptor can 'see' the figure in a block of stone. I took that to mean that if you chipped away at a block of stone or wood you'd find a wonderful surprise in the form of some fabulous sculpture inside. I tried it with a block of plaster of Paris and all I got was a big pile of dust.
I've always loved drawing, mostly people or faces. But when I was little, I believed every single doodle you did was somehow transported to a different dimension to live forever – and I do mean live, as in walk, talk, think and feel – in the World of Drawings. So whenever I drew something ugly I’d be consumed with guilt. I thought I was responsible for condemning this defective drawing to an eternal life of mockery and misery. Boy, did I use rubbers back then.
i believed that the only musical instrument on earth was the piano.hey i was only 6 then!!!
when i was very little, i thought that all girls must do ballets, and that i was lucky who wasn`t forced to.