the best beliefs ever
I thought it was illegal for women to use Just For Men hair coloring
I thought the police didn't have to follow the law and could do whatever they want. My reasoning was they were the enforcers of the law so who would arrest them or whatever? I wondered why all the bad people didn't just become cops so they could do crimes with impunity.
i used to believe that when you died you would have to climb up a ladder and then God would be standing there with a massive clipboard - and on it were all the good things and bad things you'd done. i thought that santa went to God and had a discussion about whether i was on the good list or the naughty list. i used to worry so much about this... :)
I thought if someone asked something and said please you had no choice but to do it (I think my dad told me this once when I wouldn't do something)
When I was little, my grandfather used to tell me that if you ever got sent to jail, the only thing they would let you eat would be birdseed and Coca-Cola. I believed this for years and was terrified that I would get sent to jail if I was bad in any way, and I would sit and contemplate how they could possibly make people survive on just birdseed and Coke! I believed it for a long time until I finally found out the truth. Although I am proud to say I've never been arrested for anything :)
Once when I was a kid, I heard my mum fart and when I asked if that was her she replied: "No, mothers have lost their capapility to fart." For the longest time i believed her and couldn't wait until i bacame a mum so I didn't have to fart anymore.
You know how some medicines and the like have the label saying "keep out of reach of children"? Well I thought it meant if a kid was in possession of it they would go to jail. I remember one time when I had Chicken Pox I had some lotion i could put on and my mom let me hold onto it but because it has the "keep out of reach of children" on it I was scared the police might somehow find out I had it and throw me in jail!
When I was around six I had a book of magic tricks that was also a pop-up book that served to carry around little things used for performing the trick (you take them out of little pockets in the pictures in the book). Well, there was one picture that took place in a restaurant or something and there was a dollar sticking out of a character's pocket that was removable. Thinking it was for a trick, I removed it and the tab on the end of it says "Put it back, you thief!" I freaked out and shoved it back in the pocket, thinking the book had really saw me take the dollar and thought I'd been trying to steal! I was afraid to even look at that page for a while.
When I was little my dad told me that when he got something in his eye he used to go to the hospital where they would take our his eyeball which was on a long string and wash it in a bowl! For ages I thought our eyes could be taken out on long strings!
Ah, the stories I could tell on my superstitions..
But one of my personal favourite beliefs as a kid had to be my fears of ghosts. They literally haunted my childhood.
This is a little long..
I was one of those kids with an overactive imagination and a love of horror films, which quickly proved a bad combination. I was hooked on the films during the day and terrified once the lights went out.
All of this resulted in the eventual belief forming that if I did not have every part of my body covered by the duvet, a ghost could grab me and "drag me away." I was never clear on where I would be dragged; just certain I would be pulled from the safety of my bed into some place of unknown horrors.
"The duvet rule" as I referred to it, was not only necessary when I was in bed. It was also vital if I got up in the night to use the bathroom or get a drink.
So, imagine the fun as, my head covered by a duvet, and my hands clutching the sheets around me, I shuffled down the landing, feeling my way to the bathroom each night. It made quite a sight for my parents, should they wake up.
Also, I was firmly convinced that a ghost lived under my bed. Don't ask me how. But I was convinced an evil spirit waited there for me and it was only a matter of time before we met up. To prevent this, I went to the extremes of keeping a hammer beside my bed.
This belief died a death the night when, my dear older brother, who knew of every one of these fears, decided to hide under my bed after everyone was asleep, for his idea of a joke. He waited there, shook the bed slightly until I woke up, and then slid his hand up and grabbed my ankle.
I was prepared for the moment. I let out a blood-curdling scream, reached out, grabbed my hammer, leant down to my ankle, and firmly battered the hand holding it.
My parents were not pleased with being woken up. I was not pleased with my brother's sense of humor. My brother was not pleased with entering casualty with three broken bones in his hand.
But one good thing came of it all. For some reason, the night completely erased my fear of ghosts. So I guess it wasn't all bad.
My brother, nursing three broken bones, may not have agreed.
I thought seeing red meant you if you were really mad your vision literally got a red tint to it. I figured I had just never got mad enough for it to happen
I misunderstood the concept of the Sandman as a kid.
My mom, checking on me before she went to bed, found me sitting up in bed. Why aren't you asleep, she wanted to know.
Calmly, I told her I was waiting for that old man to come and throw dirt in my eyes!
When I first heard the term al fresco I thought it was someone's name. I think the first place I heard it was "an al fresco buffet" and thought "this guy Al Fresco must be a really good cook if they mention him by name!"
I thought a contract killer was someone who kills people who break a contract
When I was young (about 4/5), I used to believe you could hatch an egg by putting it in a towel and keeping it warm. I came up with it after talking about it with my best friend at the time “Thomas”. Both of us took an chickens egg out of the kitchen and tried to hatch it. We stuffed them in a bunch of towels and took the eggs everywhere. And I literally mean everywhere. We brought the eggs with us in a bag stuffed in towels to: school, daycare, when we were playing outside and so on. We checked our eggs everyday to see if they were already hatching and to see if they had any cracks and/or tears. We also replenished the towels everyday so they would stay clean, but before we would change the towels, we would warm the new ones up so the egg wasn’t going to be wrapped in cold towels. After a week or so we started to notice nothing was happening, and we were wondering why the eggs weren’t hatching. We were convinced there was something wrong with the eggs, so we took our mom’s to the supermarket to buy us some new eggs and tried again. A week later the eggs still didn’t hatch and our moms told us that eggs out of the supermarket wouldn’t hatch because they sort the eggs that contain embryo’s out of the packages and throw them away. After that we became mad at our mom’s for letting us take the eggs everywhere and why they made us take all the effort of trying to hatch them while they knew they wouldn’t hatch. For years I was convinced I could make an egg hatch by putting it in towels if I could just get my hands on a “good” egg.
As a young child all my cousins were many years older than me and by the time i was 8, they were all in college. They were always talking about "taking shots," but I didn't really realize what it meant except that it involved drinking from a tiny glass. Then, I had a horrible allergic reaction to something and had to go to the doctor. The doctor tole me I would need to get a shot of Benadryl. I smiled back at him assuming he was going to grab a small glass of medicine for me. Imagine my horror when he brought out a needle!
When I was about 4 or 5, I asked my mom what happened to the bath water once it went down the drain. She told me it went to a plant. She meant a water refinery plant, but for a while after that, I thought that somewhere out there was a plant so big it needed everyone's bath water to grow. :P
I used to believe that when I turned 6 I would turn into a boy! My brother and sister had me convinced their baby pictures were each others. I think I was more nervous the day before my 6th birthday then any other day in my life.
At home when I was bored, my mother would tell me to go outside and lay on the ground because I might be able to see Pegasus, the mythological Greek flying horse. So I'd lay out in the yard all day looking up at the sky for Pegasus and being very quiet so not to scare him away. I just knew he'd fly by at any time.
As a child with nothing to do, my mother would give me a salt shaker and tell me if I could put salt on a bird's tail, I could catch it. I spent many days running around trying to put salt on a bird's tail and never succeeded.