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When I was little I used to beleive that if I went into a room with the lights off pieces of the sun would fall on me.
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I used to believe that objects could breathe. I would open all the drawers in the house so that the things in the drawers could breathe properly.
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We used to live in this really old cavernous Victorian house in England, which got really cold in the winter. However, our parents told us to never touch the thermostat or it would cause the house to blow up. It tooks me YEARS (like till I was in the mid-20's) before I could comfortably touch the thermostat without thinking my life was in danger.
You know how household products often have a "First Aid" label telling you what to do if someone gets it in their eyes or swallows it? Well, I used to think the "First Aid" instructions explained how to convert the product into some sort of medicine. You would do this if there were a war and you couldn't get to a doctor.
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As a child, I was told, to open the garage door you have to yell, "HOCUS, POCUS, OPEN THE GARAGE DOOR!" and it would usually open. When it didn't, my mom told me i was standing on the wrong oil spot in the driveway. (Later on she told me that she heard me yelling, and had to run to the garage door opener!)
I used to believe there was a gnome who lived inside our refridgerator. His job was to turn the light inside off or on.
When I was about 10, my best friend at the time told me about her older brother's biggest fear. He was terrified of his door handle(!) He called it 'Skin' and thought it was going to kill him.
I found this incredibly funny, which was pretty insensitive of me, looking back!
When I was little, I was over at my friend's house. He did something bad and his mom said she was going to beat him with "Flice Water". Years later I realized she was going to use the FLYSWATTER!!!
My father used to have an old fashioned typewriter in his study. He told me when I was about 6 years old that I should not try to pick up the typewriter as it would be very dangerous. I understand now that this was because the typewriter was heavy. One day soon after I saw some sets of unused staples stuck together beside the typewriter and i did not know what they were. My little mind assumed they had fallen out of the typewriter as they were sharp at the edges. Later I had recurring dreams about picking up the typewriter and all the staples falling out onto the floor. Of course in the dreams I wore no shoes and would try to get out of the room without standing on the upturned sets of staples.
I used to believe that a Washing Machine was called a 'washing washing'.
I used to believe that when you moved house you swapped with the owners of the house you were moving to. When we moved when I was 5 I spent the car journey looking for the other family going in the other direction.
When I was a child my parents told me that a section of hose pipe we had in our garden was the same hose as my grandad had at his house (about 60 miles away).
What they meant of course was that the hose had been cut into two pieces, but I spent years totally confused as to how our bit of hose could join up to the bit at his house so far away!
One day I went to get my bottle and mom handed me a 'big girl' cup. I was very upset and curious as to what happened to all my bottles and she said that the garbage man took them. I got it in my head that he had kids that needed my bottles and that everything we threw away he actually took home to his family. I thought that for a couple years and really felt for the poor garbage family. Who knows just how many perfectly good things I threw away hoping to make their day a bit brighter.
Until I was about five years old, I used to believe it was bad to leave my room before my mom woke me up in the morning. One night I woke up, needing to go to the bathroom, ran to my door, and started yelling for my mom to come open it. She didn't get there in time, but thankfully that little incident was the end of that belief.
when i was little, when i would go in the stairs, i had to slap the wall or else something really really bad (i can't remember what) would happen.
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when i was little, i believed that when you moved, you were only changing houses with people. like you would go live in theirs and they would come and live in yours. and you couldn't bring your things. that's why i was so sad when i learned that i was going to move when i was 5.
Up until I was 6 years old, I thought "being grounded" meant being buried alive in the backyard. My parents never understood why, whenever they told me I was grounded, I would start crying hysterically and run screaming from the house.
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My sister told me that tampons turned purple if you hung them on heaters. Every room my mum went into, she found tampons hanging anywhere I could fit them.
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My mom used to send me out with a little paintbrush and some special solution, and I would paint the outside of the house, to protect it from winter (we lived in a trailer). It was a very important job. Years later she admitted it was plain water.
I used to think that dishwashers would fill completely up with water. Imagine my surprise one day when my Mom opened the dishwasher to add another dish! I braced myself for quite a torrent.
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