the top 200 beliefs
My big sister insisted that cinnamon (sugar) and pepper were the same thing. I tried some pepper and spit it out. Then she convinced me that it tasted differently on different parts of the tongue. Thoughout my childhood I always moved pepper around in my mouth trying to get it to taste like cinnamon.
When I was a little kid I believed that the weatherman controlled the weather. That's not too unreasonable- you're a little kid watching clouds and fronts move around on the map as the weatherman moves his hands! I was so mad when he made it rain on the weekend that my dad and I were supposed to go camping.
When I was little my dad was a really bad driver and loved to speed and run red lights with me in the car. Once he told me that getting a ticket from the police was actually a ticket to disney world. This prompted me to encourage him to speed, and break other laws of the road until he eventually got a ticket for zig-zagging across the road. The cop told him he was irresponsible for doing this with a child in the car. Then I asked the officer for the ticket so that we could go to disney. He looked at my dad with disgust.
When I was young, I used to think that a "problem" was an actual, physical object. Whenever my parents said something along the lines of "we have a problem", I would searching around the house for the problem so I could throw it away. :)
I believed that my toys were alive, so I would explain to them before birthdays and Christmas that new toys would be coming to my room but I still loved all of them equally.
I used to use the basketball pump in the air because I thought I was donating fresh air to the needy.
When I was a child, for whatever reason, my parents told me that it was the city law to eat meatloaf for dinner every Friday. So I continually believed this until I was 12.
When I was little my sister told me salt was ground up dinosaur bones...I barley ate for a month...
when i was little i went to a museum and saw a whole thing about rocks and gold and stuff, and someone said that over time the rocks get bigger underground. when i went home i took all of my mom's gold jewelry and buried it in a flower pot to make more gold.
I used to ask my dad why he could tell me to do things, and he always told me it was because he is older than me, to which I responded "Just you wait until I'm older than you!"
When i was a kid, my family flew to florida from virginia every summer. When we got above the clouds, I would always look out the window. I thought the clouds were snow, and wondered why we always flew over antarctica to get to florida.
because i always saw a lot of birds perched on telephone lines, i used to believe that they were built so that the birds could rest
I used to believe that limes were baby lemons. I would pick the little "limes" off of the lemon tree for food. I was 21 when I found out that they were not the same fruit.
I used to think that the "government" were a bunch of people that worked underground and our poop went by them on a conveyer belt. Probably because I asked my dad where does my poop go when I flushed it? And he said the government takes care of it.
You know how when you're little your parents tell you that you can be anything you want when you grow up? Well I took that literally and wanted to be an elephant when I grew up.
When I was little, I didn't understand the concept of years changing how old people were. I thought that since I was born in January and my little sister (by four years) was born in February, that was what determined our ages. When I learned my Grandma was born December 23rd, I exclaimed, "Grandma! You're older than Jesus!"
She didn't like that.
When I was little, I believed that if a word was written on a line by itself it would get lonely. I used to make my sentence bigger so it wouldn't be on its own.
I also thought that the i's and t's would get jealous of the order I dotted and crossed them.
When 5 years old we had a toaster which had a dial with a light brown to dark brown guide around the knobs to change how long it toasted for. I thought this was an accurate guide to the colour the toast would be, so I carefully adjusted the dial and toasted it only to find burnt toast. I would then put the same toast back in and change the dial to lighter thinking the toast would become whiter.
I repeated this process until the toaster caught fire.
I used to think that the "Wrong Way" signs that indicate one-way streets were meant to tell you that you personally were heading the wrong direction to your destination. I asked my mom once how that sign knew where people we going...
When I was little, I thought that when you broke your arm or leg, it literally broke off of your body. (The cast was there to hold in back on, you see.) I remember being absolutely terrified when my grandpa broke his arm when I was about 5 or 6 - I thought they'd have to glue his detached arm back on!