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I used to believe there where was an evil eyeball in the corner of every room, near the ceiling, and if you made it angry it would glow red and give you nightmares at night.
I thought I would fall through the cracks in my grandmother's deck.
There is a little man who lives in the refrigerator who has the job of turning the light on when you open the door. He turns off the light when the door is closed. I have to replace the burned out bulbs for him, as he is too little to go to the store for replacement appliance bulbs. Just because a person becomes an adult does not mean he or she needs to stop believing a childhood belief (smiles).
I used to believe that my mother vacuumed our living room to erase all of the footprints in the carpet. I was always jealous that she got to be the first one to make new footprints. With respect to my mother's efforts, I rarely walked on a freshly-vacuumed carpet because I wanted to keep the footprints down to a minimum.
When I was a kid I was completely mystified about how the refrigerator light turned on at the exact moment you opened the door. I formulated the theory that there was a little man in the fridge who turned on the light as you opened the door. Also, if you did something bad like leaving the fridge door open or leaving the milk carton on the counter, I was convinced that he would punish you by making your favourite foods in the fridge go bad.
top belief!
When I was younger I would always try go out and play in the street. One day Mother locked the door and I panicked because I was trapped inside. When my mother came she explain how she locked because dhe wants me to be safe. Well, I must have missed a few pronouns in that speech because I thought it was the door watching out for me. After that I started sleeping on the floor because it must be painful for that soft little thing to hold my weight, I would make small talk with corners since they must be pretty lonely, and of course I would always say "Thank you, Have a nice day" every time the door allowed my to go outside.
When I was little I used to help my Grandma clean, she used to tell me to "put some elbow grease into it", so I used to rub the duster on my elbow in the belief that there was some magic grease that would help me clean better!!
When I was about 6 or 7 I thought that when you moved into a new house, the old tenants got yours and it was just a trade.
When I was little I was afraid to open my curtains in my room at night. For some strange reason I pictured Rosie O' Donnel stretched out across the window looking in at me.
If I got hurt by bumping into some furnitures and cried, my grandma always slap that furniture and said "Be nice to my grandchild and your behavior is unacceptable!" I used to think furnitures are alive and I talk to them sometimes. If I bumped my toe on a chair I hit it and shouted how mean this chair was!
I used to believe that there was a man in my attic who owned the house hundreds of years ago
little people used to live in the letter boz who made letters.
I don't have any professional pictures of myself between the ages of two and four, because I thought that the camera was a gun and that it would literally "shoot" me
When I was young, my brothers would take the grill off of the heating vent and stick their foot in it... They'd start screaming "the suckin things got me! The suckin things got me!" and I would scream and cry because I really thought they were being hurt. I was also afraid of vacuum cleaners.
I used to see those tags on pillows and mattresses that said "Under penalty of law this tag is only to be removed by the consumer" and I thought it meant you would go to jail if you took off the tag yourself instead of taking it to a place where I imagined a guy with a pair of scissors at a 'Consumer' office cutting them off. My dad nearly fell over laughing when I explained it to him this way after freaking out when I saw him cut the tag off a new pillow.
When i was a kid, my mother told me that if you stepped on a sliver of glass, even a tiny one, it would get into your blood stream, flow into your heart, and kill you.
Broken glass still freaks me out, and if i break something glass, i clean the entire room top to bottom.
There is this old fashion desk/bookcase who's legs look like feet. So when I was a little kid I thought that if I ever went near it, it would start chasing me and eat me or something. And unfortuanatly, it was by my bathroom so whenever I needed to go, I had to get my mom or dad to watch and protect me from the desk. Haha.
when i was a kid and i would go over to my cousins . he had a big fence in his backhard and we thought mean indians lived there and if we got to close to the fence they would kidnap us
I used to believe, until about a year ago, that duct tape was really DUCK tape! Those poor, poor, ducks!
My son currently believes that when the water flow to the tub or sink is slow (like when the washing machine, dishwasher or toilets are also filling) that we need to pay the water bill. The last time he said it was slow we told him we could only pay part of the bill this month and that is why it's slow. He asked us to please pay all the bill tomorrow.
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