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I always saw people on TV take suitcases with them when they ran away. So I would threaten to run away when I was mad and grab my empty suitcase from the closet and go sit at the end of the driveway. I wasn't allowed farther from the house than that and didn't get the concept of actually running away.
my best friend had one of those doorbells that you have to turn that works like a bell on a bike... he once told me that when i rang his doorbell, if i didnt leave the ringer dead straight the door wouldnt open. i still to this day turn all the doorbells like that i ring dead straight although i know now he was lieing
top belief!
At our house when I was growing up, the carpet at the top of the stairs was not quite fastened down, and you could lift up the corner of it. Whenever my younger sister would climb to the top of the stairs, she'd lift up the corner of the carpet and exclaim "Nope, the bacon's not done!", and then go on about her business.
She has no idea why she did this.
Oh oh, when I was little my mom and dad told me that our garage door could be opened either by pressing the button, or counting to ten. For years I counted to ten to open the door. When I started learning Arabic, the door stopped opening until I counted to ten in Arabic.
When I was six, in order to keep me from climbing the railing on the 3rd story appartment balcony, my mother showed me a package of hamburger meat and told me I'd look like this if I fell off.
I would contemplate the precipice and try to imagine myself as a little pile of hamburger.
As a kid, I believed duct tape was in fact called "duck tape," although I don't think I ever tried to rationalize that with any bizarre belief.
My little sister and I used to take my mom's used tampon applicators out of the garbage and use them as pretend horns. My mother told us not to blow in them because they had been in her bird. We always believed she was just telling us that because she didn't want us going through the garbage to get our horns!
When i was little we used to have a small red table in the kitchen, and as i was the youngest, i sat at the seat with its back to the door. Until we got rid of it i was convinced Freddy Krueger would jump out of the fridge if i was left on my own
top belief!
i used to think there were tiny see through crystals under the carpert and that the shed was a pink fairy palace after dark. (i was a bit of an optimist)
My Dad told me if I wasn't up, washed and dressed before 10am I'd turn into a frog. I used to panic if I wasn't dressed at 9.55...
I had endless lists of "I must do that or XYZ will happen" which I guess potentially was Obsessive Compulive Disorder!" I was never quite sure of what the thing was that would happen only that it was 'bad'. These lists included the belief that I must hold my breath for as long as it took for the kettle to boil, having to get downstairs before the toilet flush stopped, seeing how long I could close my eyes whilst going top speed on a bike, having to reach a specific point in a certain number of steps...Oh dear,I DID grow out of it though!
When I stuck my toungue out my nan she used to say she'd cut it off and use it for a stair carpet.
Why did I ever believe that?
that windows were attatched to the edges of walls.
We often had invisible/incredibly fast visitors who would ring our doorbell and be gone from the door no matter how fast we (myself and my brother) could open the door. Fortunately my brother saw my dad flicking the doorbell clapper arm to get it to "ring" one day or I could well be still camped at the front door with my hand on the lock trying to catch the "callers".
Belief no.3 involves the attic of the house we used to live in in Ireland. Dad had warned us not to step off the rafters as we would fall through into the house. I sort of didn't realise this meant that you would just fall straight throught the floor/ceiling and into the room below and thought you could fall through into any place in the house ...
Whenever I heard the phrase "a long-felt want", I assumed that what was being referred to was a particular green felt bag in which my father's small foreign currency collection was stored. I assumed that every household had one like it!
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