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I used to believe that if I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night, everyone in my house would get mad at me for flushing the toilet for the minor noises it made.
I used to think that whenever you used the toilet, everything that was flushed went into the tank and I wondered how it could hold so much and why it didn't smell.
when i was little i used to believe that little monsters lived in the toilet and when i was peeing and pooping that was me feeding them .
When i was in about 3rd grade, i never washed my hands because i was afraid that the water would soak through my hands and go into my body and make me have to "go" again.
When I was REALLY young and I went to the bathroom I would get lonely so I made up this little man named Mr. Pipes who lived inside the toilet paper holder. Every time I went to the bathroom I knocked on his "door" and while I was going to the bathroom he would keep me company. I used to think he looked like George Carlin!!! Mr. Pipes was so popular in my family, that when my little sister was born she would talk to himtoo LOL!!!!!!!!!
When I was little I used to think that Bill Clinton (president at the time) was going to flush an alligator down the toilet and it would come up my toilet and bite me on the butt when I went to the bathroom. I was always afraid to sit all the way on the toilet and always kept checking to make sure no alligators were there.
At my elementary school, my bus would always arrive after this other one, and we'd have to wait a few minutes while the kids in the one in front of us got off. Anyway, this one kid got to get off early, and when we asked the bus driver why, he said "He has to use the rest room." I had never heard it referred to as that before, so I thought he was tired and going to a room in which you actually rest, or take a nap. I had never been told about this room and was jealous.
i used to believe that if u didnt have any toilet paper your supposed to go to your neighbors house and wipe with your hand.
When I was little my dog would allways drink out of the toilet. I couldnt understand what a toilet was so I just thought it was like a drinking fountain. and sometimes I went in there and drank the water.
I used to believe the sound of a flushing toilet was nearly identical to the 90210 theme.
I never really knew a toliet got dirty until I was in my late teens.
My Mom was a real "clean freak" and she had a cloth in the bathroom that she would clean the toliet with 4 or 5 times a day.
I never really knew a toliet got dirty till my late teens when I lived at a friends house for a week and saw how filthy the toliet and bathroom had become by the end of the week.
Now that I live on my own I can sure appreciate all the hard work my Mom went through to keep those toliets clean.
When I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night as a kid, I used to beleive if I flushed when the light wasn't on the toilet would over-flow and I'd drown!
When I was little, i used to think of the toilet as my "pet". When I'd go to the bathroom I thought I was doing him a favor by feeding him and giving him a drink!
Up until I was around 8 or 9 I sed to think that there were little men in the sewers that sould sift through your waste and try to find valueable things. These little men would also eat your waste after they didnt find anything. Some of the little men oud use shovels to get it to the others >.< God I was stupid!
I used to believe that everything you flushed down the toilet ended up in "Hell".
I've lived in block of flats whole my life. When I was child, I believed that when you flush the water with urines, it goes down to flush in the flat below yours, when they use it to flush the urine with which the water goes another one floor down, and so on till the ground floor, when it flowns off the house. I didn't even think where could feces go according to my theory...
Our bathroom was perfectly small and square and to entertain myself while using the potty, I'd shut the door, use the light switch to choose a 'floor,' sit down and convince myself I was on an elevator going up. When I was done, the elevator bell would ding, the door would open and I'd be magically at the floor I had selected.
when i was 6 or 7 i loved it when my mom would tell me scary stories from the ones she had seen so one night she ran out of stories but i begged she asked if i knew why the toilet howled (really it did)no she gave me this story about a boy falling in to a toilet and he lived there his name howly commadey and that he would grab me i belived this when we moved from that house when i was ten i laugh about it now GOOD STORY MOM
I have a friend who says he really believed this:
When he was little, and the USA's South was still very segregated, he used to try to sneak into the "Colored Restroom". His mother would stop him every time, saying, "It's not for us to use."
He was very upset by this. He thought it was a special restroom where all the tiles were bright colors and colored water came out of all the sinks and toilets. He figured because he and his family were Italians, they could only use the restroom where all the tile was white and all the water was clear.
Makes me chuckle to this day. Since then, I've had this thought:
Wouldn't it have been great if he'd sneaked into the "Colored Restroom", and the entirety of all the great African American authors, artists and thinkers had ever been in there having a party and THAT'S why he wasn't invited?
That would've been much cooler.
I still actually do this. In fear of colgging the toilets, I cross my fingers and hold my breath. Hey, It works.