the best beliefs ever
I used to believe that after a person had surgery the surgeon would run them under a giant sewing machine to stich them together again
when we first got a car with electric windows, my sister and i coulnt figure out how the windows went down. my dad told us that they were voice activated.you just had to say "windows down" and windows up". he would say it and then at the same time, press the button. my sister and i tried for ages to get the windows down by voice, and he kept telling us we were saying it wrong.
when i was little i didnt realise that the rounded lines on the windscreen of the car were from the windscreen wipers. i asked my dad what they were from and he told me it was the reflection of the mountains.
My brother's friend told me when I was little that he had once found a snail in the crust of his pizza, in one of those crust bubbles. For years after that, I carefully dissected every crust bubble before eating my pizza.
When I was little my dad told me when ever it thundered it was my Grandma bowling a strike.
I use to believe that a stripmall was a place where people could shop naked
When I was about 5, my dad told me and my cousins that the grease that allowed the van door to slide open was whale poop and we shouldn't touch it.
My sister and I used to believe that Santa saw you through the light bulbs, and thats why he knew everything you did.
I used to believe that my mother didn't sleep and that she was a super hero!
When I went to my friends house they would have blue water in the toilet. I used to believe that it was the same thing as the pink goo from ghost busters!
I used to believe that the Pope lived in an aeroplane. Because whenever you saw him on TV he was getting out of an aeroplane. I even drew a picture of the aeroplane in my First Communion book under the heading "where the Pope lives" and none of the nuns at school bothered to correct me.
When I was little i used to think that tornados were tomatoes with legs that walked in your house and go crazy.....Maybe thats why i had a fear of tornados?
my brother used to believe that the vases in cemeteries, the ones with the holes in, were microphones that you could speak to dead people through
I remember that when I was little whenever I got in trouble my mom would tell me that she kept my reciept from the hospital and that she was going to return me for another baby if I didn't behave.
When I was 11 I read on a paranormal stories site (supposedly "true") about a method anyone could use to make themselves invisible. I tried it, and took a walk around my house, and when my parents never noticed me I flipped because I was sure it actually worked. I tried it on the my parents and on the kids at the park. Finally, I decided to tell my dad about it and he rolled his eyes and said you can't make yourself invisible. I tried it on the kids at the park again and it turned out they were just ignoring me, and the last time I tried it they messed with me and acted like I had disappeared and there was a ghost around. That's when my invisibility dream ended.
I had never heard of Chicken Pox when I got it as a kid. When the doctor told my mom, I started crying and told them, "I don't want to turn into a chicken!"
When I was younger, my mum told me that because it was a leap year, I would miss my birthday and would have to stay the same age for another year. Even though my birthday is in September and nothing to do with leap years, I believed her and cried for ages.
When me and my sister were little we used to believe you could go "catch" a star. We were gonna go get it with a space shuttle, but we'd have to share it because the stars would try to float back home and we didn't think space shuttles would be able to "hold down" more than one.
When I was young, my mom was an accountant. Every quarter she'd stay at work until very late to "look for money that went missing in the books" I had always pictured my mom running around a library shaking out the pages in actual books, so the missing money would fall out.
I used to believe that it was safe to be in the basement during tornadoes because tornadoes didn't have legs to walk down the stairs.