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I used to believe in that there was a monster that lived under the toilet that my poop and if I didn't feed it regularly, it would eat me.
I used to think that the toilets went directly to the lakes and streams. I also loved to fish, so one day when my mom would not take me I decided that I would just use the toilet. An hour latter and a full reel of line later my mom heard the contant flushing and found me "Toilet fishing"
I went into the boy's bathroom one day in first grade (I'm a girl), and when I came out, a little boy told me, "This is the boy's room. You can't come in here."
So I told him, "You need to learn to share."
I used to believe that when you flushed the toilet and the had the shower on at the same time, the toilet water and remnants would come out of the shower.
When I was a kid I thought the toilet took a picture of you every time you flushed, so I would often look into the toilet bowl and smile when I flushed. I wasn't sure why, or where the pictures went, though.
I used to believe that if I farted in the toilet the water would collect the scent. I frequently visited the washroom simply to flush my farts away.
I used to think that when someone used the toilet in an airplane, the piss/poop went into the air. I was so embarrased to use the toilet and avoided it.
Any properties with a sign outside proclaiming "To-Let" where available to the passing public who needed to use the toilet.
I used to believe that whatever you flushed down the toilet would go to see Jesus and it would be transformed into light. I even had a recurring dream about telling kids in my class how to get in the toilet THEN flush to go see Jesus...you were then flushed into a tunnel that had several doorways, but you had to stay going straight down the tunnel in order to get to Jesus. The other doorways took you other places that were hard to get out of. It was my job to tell the kids how to do it so they wouldn't get lost.
i used to believe that people who lived on bridges had toilits flush out under the bidge and people who sailed under the bridge carried umbrellas
When I was little I thought that when you flushed the toilet, everything that got flushed went to Brooklyn. Once there, there was a factory that sorted everything that came in into different bins.
When I was in Kindergarten, I would only use cold water to wash my hands at school because, for whatever reason, I thought using warm water would cause a fire drill.
I used to be believe that the Tidy Bowl man (from the commercials) really lived in the toilet, and I would look for him all the time.
I used to believe that if you jump in a toilet, they lead you to another dimension.
I used to belive that if you dont wash your hands fast enough after flushing it will go all over your hands.
I also thought you had to sing twinkle twinkle little star, down the toilet so that the monsterous elfs will not eat you when your in bed the nest night.
I used to think that the pictures in the handicapped stalls meant that there was a bathroom inside the store. If I needed to use the bathroom when we pulled up to the store I'd think good they have a toilet in there.
At school I always wondered what the boy's toilets looked like I used to believe they had dragons guarding theirs, I used to believe that unicorns guarded the girl's toilets, I did go in to have a look, I was surprised to find it was blue. I was never caught or in trouble.
A cousin, who was a few years older than me, once informed me that anything flushed down a toilet was stored in the tank on the back, then removed at night by a man who went around to each house and emptied the tanks with a vacuum cleaner. It was important, she warned me, that I should never go to the bathroom at night, lest I be caught there when the toilet man came and have my butt sucked off by the vacuum.
I was not convinced, but I knew that telling her she was wrong wouldn't go over well, so I don't know how long she went on believing that one.
ahhh.. when I was young(probably 3-6), I believed there was a family that lived underground and the sewage lines all went to them or similar families, and that they ate my poop and that's where the poop went. I had long discussions with the son of that family. I also believed they would become enraged if I didn't supply them with fresh poop.
I used to think that in the bathroom at school if you found a special button in the last stall then you would get to enter this magic place full of candy with a castle and go there every day insted of school.