the best beliefs ever
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.
I used to believe that I could take a bath and talk into the water spout and anyone else taking a bath could hear me.
When my baby sister was first born (and I was 4), my older sister convinced me that she was an alein because she had an "out-ie" belly button
I used to believe that if someone hit you on your back when you're eyes were wide open your eyes would pop out of their sockets.
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.