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i used to believe that there were infinate colors and people hadnt discovered them yet (who knows...) i got really mad that there werent enough colors, and tried to make my own by mixing colors...i got really mad when it always turned out brown after i added a few colors...i was 3 or 4
I used to think that the Rainbow Club (something like Girls Scouts) would hold their meetings on actual rainbows. I actually worried about how they would have their meetings on non-rainy days.
OK, bear with me on this one. You know how there's a step between Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts called Webelos? As a former scout I know that the name signifies that you have completed your Wolf, Bear and Lion badges, hence, "WeBeLos".
When growing up in Boston, my wife had two older brothers and a father who were very involved in scouting. She just assumed Webelos meant you were (best read with an Irish accent) "just a wee below a Boy Scout".
My friend and I used toy shovels to dig in the school soccer field, convinced we would find gold there. We did it during every recess.
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 6 or 7 my brother who was 8 or 9 started collecting stamps and so I wanted to. He got a stamp album for me and an envelope of used stamps and in the album was a diagram of how to fix the stamps with a little sticky paper hinge and in the demo on the back of the stamp in the illustration was printed 'Reverse side of stamp'. So I carefully wrote on the back of each stamp this logo thinking that is what you had to do. It took me ages and all I got from it was a lot of humiliation.
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.
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.
When I was 4 or 5 I believed that if I fell over when I was learning to ride my bicycle that it was never my fault. One time an airplane flew overhead and I yelled and cried at it because it made me fall down.
I used to think that being a Girl Scout was like being in the army, only for little girls, and that the troop leaders were like drill sergeants. I also thought Girl Scouts went camping every single Saturday, and would march through the woods in a single file like soldiers. I think I thought that both Girl and Boy Scouts were actual factions of the military. Needless to say, I was surprised when I became a Girl Scout, and we mostly did craft projects.
I used to believe that if you mixed red, blue, green, and yellow paint you'd get plaid!
when i was little, my hobby was to march around the room. my mum would get annoyed with this. so, one day, my mom told me that MARCHing could only happen in MARCH. she told me that if i did it in any other month, all the monkeys in the world would die. and since i found out that spider monkeys are endangered, i thought i had killed them all, marching around the room like that!
You know how construction paper packages have pictures of various animals or fruits, I suppose for art ideas, on the front of them? I saw grapes on the front of one and thought that meant the paper was flavored, for example, red was cherry and green was watermelon. Let's just say I learned the hard way...
When I was in third or fourth grade, my friend Shelby and I used to have a weird hobby. You see, our neighbor had a great big angel in her front yard. And every time we screamed our voices would echo throughout the neighborhood for a long time-but when our voices echoed, we thought that it was someone else screaming. For some strange reason, we always associated the echos with the angel. We always thought there was a little midget hiding inside the statue that watched our every move. I spent hours with Shelby screaming at the "midget" to get out of his statue. No wonder my neighbors still look at me strangely!!!
whenever i would color a picture of a person i thought once i colored that part of them it came to life. So i always made sure to color their mouth and eyes first so they could see and breath.
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 little, my father would take me out fishing. He use to tell me that if I talked, the fish could hear me and be scared away. To this day, when I go out fishing, I hardly say one word.
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
Brother, saw seen too many westerns were people got lassoed and then pulled off onto their bottoms. So one day, believing this always worked, tried to lasso me off my bike as we played. The next day my parents got called into my school to be questioned about the rope burn around my neck and the bump on my head.
My mom tells me that when we used to play hide and seek, I would site in the middle of the floor and close my eyes. If I couldn't see myself, then neither could anyone else!