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top belief!
I used to believe that when the Dryer Buzzer went off (When your clothes are done drying) It was hungry. My brother often told me this, and had stuck me in there about 3 times. NEVER TURNED IT ON!! Therefore, because of him, I hate my Dryer!
i used to believe that when you turned light switches off and the lights went out, that the switches themselves would try to make the lights go back on again. they did this cause i believed they had minds of their own and they liked when the lights were on. so every once and a while,at least a few times a day, i would push them down. i used to tell my mother that we couldn't go on vacation without someone to come and push the light switches down a few times a day. i'm still in therapy for stuff like that
My son looked at his Grandmother's video recorder and said, "Nan, I don't understand why the video didn't break when it fell off the back of a truck."
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I used to believe wall-to-wall carpeting meant the walls were carpeted too. I was so disappointed when we first had our house wall-to-wall carpeted and the walls looked exactly the same.
up until recently, i always thought a special brick was made for corners. until my kind friend explained that they just turned the brick around...
I used to think there was an amusement park ride in the walls of my house. Little people rode on the ride and could watch me sleep at night for entertainment. They would laugh at me because I sucked my thumb.
My beliefe was that the world was alot cooler upside down.when i was 6-8years old i used to lie upside down on the couch,envisioning the cieling was wear we really lived,It seemed so empty up there so... different.No furniture just lights to trip over and windows with very low sills.
When I was about 6 years old, my mom would tell me that if I wore my rubbers in the house, I would go blind. I would take them off on the porch because I was scared to death to step in the doorway. I realize now that she didn't want me to track mud in the house.
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My father made me belief that (I was pretty young) at night all the light was gathered in the refrigerator, so I went out to check just after my parents went to bed and what a surprise it was all there!
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Whenever stuff got moved at our house, or lost, my Mom would say "George did it". When I was about 3 I met a friend of my grandparents who was named George, and launched into a little tirade at him about not coming to our house and taking/moving things anymore... But it worked, nothing that got lost at my house was ever blamed on George again.
When I was really young, I used an "imaginary" string to trace my steps through a room. I always used the same path to get from points A to B. I was horrified in an adult broke the string by walking through it.
As a side note, I am very good with directions now and rarely get lost.
I was helping my parents wash their car one day, and must have not been doing a very good job because mom told me to use some elbow grease. I never found the can of that damn stuff.
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During the summer, when I was around 5 years old, I would lay on the floor and listen into the air conditioning vent. I thought that all the air conditioning vents in the world were all connected together underground. I would yell into the air conditioning duct hoping that some other kid had figured it out too and we could talk to each other.
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When I was little, I used to think that our house was haunted, so every time I had to go to the loo in the night, I would drape a blanket over my head and shuffle toward the bathroom "ooh-ing" softly, so that any passing ghosts would think I was one of them. A cunning disguise, I think you'll agree.
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When I was growing up, my mother had a set of plastic bowls that were pretty much generally just for me to use (I was an only child). Identical except for color, the bowls were pink, brown, and yellow. They would get stacked in the cupboard in a random order, and I believed that whatever color bowl I had for my cereal that morning, that was the kind of day I would have. If the bowl were pink, I would have a good day, brown meant a bad day, and yellow was just neutral. I often skipped the brown bowls, preferring to pull out the next pink one.
The previous owner of the house I grew up in had been a photographer, and he had made a small darkroom downstairs. He removed his equipment when he moved out, and my parents used the room for storage while still referring to it as "the darkroom." I thought it was a common thing for houses to have small, windowless storage rooms, and that they were all called darkrooms.
When I was very young, I thought the woofers behind the fabric in our old stand-alone speakers of the 70's were pineapple rings.
When I was younger, I had a fascination with the light switch. I would flick the lights on and off as fast as I could until my mother got fed up and would tell me to stop. After a while of suffering through this pattern, my mom told me that if I continued, the electric company would get confused -- not knowing if we wanted our lights on or off. She claimed that they would then cut off our power. I immediately stopped my personal light show because I thought I would be the one responsible for our house not having any more electricity.
I thought that monsters lived in my bedroom walls and would come and kidnap me.
The only way I could escape them was by being very loud whenever I walked into my bedroom as they were scared by loud noises and only came out during the day as they slept at night
When I was about 5 years old (I think), our air conditioner had a loud rattle
when it ran. My family told me that it had a jar in it, I suppose meaning that it was
jolting in the window. The more they tried to tell me it was o.k, the less o.k. it was
with me, because all I could think of was, that with all that rattling, that jar is going to
break and the glass is going to come out and fly all over and hurt anyone near
by. Finally, Dad fixed the "jar in the air conditioner". Days or weeks later, I was playing in the
garage, I saw an old peanut butter jar with some dirty water in it. Knowing of course
that dirty water dripped out of the air conditioner, I figured it was the "jar" that was
in the air conditioner. All in one piece, no less.
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