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When I was about 2 or 3, my uncles, Larry and Bill, used to lift me up so I could touch the Ceramic Bald Eagle mounted above my grandparent's dining room entrance. When I touched it, they would make a screeching bald eagle sound. I didn't know they were doing this though...
When I was 15 and my grandfather passed away and we were moving my grandmother to an apartment, I saw the bald eagle and asked my grandmother if I could have it. She said, "Sure" and I grabbed it and it didn't make any noise. I thought the batteries were dead and asked where the batteryies were supposed to go. About 10 of my extended family members looked at me with a perplexed look on their faces, then after I told them what I thought, they screamed with laughter at my expense for about 20 minutes.
I'm 35 now and love to do the same thing to my kids and grandson. :)
i used to believe that the heavy bass coming from cars and houses and their music was giant people's feet stomping aorund needless to say i had many a sleepless night wandering if my house would be next :s
My brother told me that each drop of water that came out of the tap cost 1p...scaring me into massively reducing my water use...good I suppose.
When I was little my sister told me that if i stuck my fingers in any hole in the wall that the "wall rats" would bite my fingers and she demonstrated and "fainted" when she got "bit".
When I couldn't sleep, I would have to walk around the coffee table an even number (not odd) of times, then I could go back to bed and go to sleep.
We have a table in the living room and my mom used to like to keep the legs on pieces of tape that were on the floor. I thought that if I moved the table off the tape, monkeys could jump out of all the drawers and eat me.
When we got our first TV with a remote, I thought that the remote was a replacement for the buttons on the TV itself just incase they broke.
My grandma had a ceramic duck in her basement, and I believed that whenever I rubbed it, a genie would come out and grant me a wish. Whenever I visited Grandma, I taunted the genie by rubbing the duck and running upstairs, only coming downstairs when I was certain he was gone. Then I realized that I was pissing him off, and then he'd try to kill me. That made it even more fun-- I'd rub the duck and sprint upstairs and try not to give myself away.
I had a dark red carpet in my room, and for some reason only after I'd gotten into bed, it would become shark infested. They would have eaten me, but for my cunning plan of placing books on the floor so I didn't have to stand in the water. My mum thought it was funny so never corrected me, just giving me more books by my bed so I didn't have to jump as far and possibly land in the water. Mean people
I used to believe that if too many people gathered on one side of the house, it could tip over. My parents Christmas parties were hell, with me running around trying to space everyone out and the adults just staring at me confused.
i used to belive that if i jumped off a house roof , gravity would invert and i would fall in to the sky.
i never did.
good thing man. good thing.
i was 5 now 19
When I was younger and wanted to pik out outfits for myself that included, for example, sweatpants and a Rainbow Bright nightgown, my parents told me I couldn't go out dressed like that because I "would look like a Joad." I used to believe that a Joad was a regular noun and that it meant someone whose clothes didn't match. I didn't realize until 10th grade English that it was the family from the Grapes of Wrath.
When I was little, my older brothers told me that if I looked at the microwave while it was running, it would burn my eyes. I didn't watch my food while it was in the microwave until I was 10.
when i was little my older brother told me the spiral in the middle of the lights in my living room was a elevator up in to his bedroom (even though it was the size of my hand) but every time i asked if i could have a go he said it was broken
I used to believe that at midnight, werewolves and giants would appear in our house and walk around. If we weren't asleep, or if we had any body parts hanging out of the covers, they would eat us. Whenever you had to use the bathroom at night, I thought they would give you 90 seconds to go and run back to bed.
This is sort of a double belief, since one misbelief led to the other.
When I was little, I believed that whenever you plug something in (to an electrical outlet) it would do something special - turn on, make noise, light up, etc. So I would plug random things in to "see what they did". And not just plugs... but l would literally stick random small objects into outlets. Unfortunately, this exploration ended abruptly when I wanted to see what mom's car keys did when I plugged them into the wall. It was some pretty epic fail.
After explaining why "electric" just shocked me and that it travels by metal, and that there were metal wires in our walls carrying electric everywhere, I became deathly afraid of taking baths and showers. I believed that while I was in the shower one of these wires might tough a metal pipe and zap me again. I would bathe as quickly as possible in fear the whole time and sometimes I would just turn the water on and let it run for awhile so my mom could hear and think I was bathing.
The clear tape dispenser on my 1st grade teacher's desk fascinated me. Since we didn't have a tape dispenser at home, I didn't know how they worked. So I surmised that the tape dispenser itself was what created the tape - out of thin air and in unlimited amounts. I begged my parents to buy me a tape dispenser because I had so many ideas of things I could make if I had unlimited tape. My hopes were crushed when I eventually witnessed my teacher opening the dispenser, throwing out the empty tape spool, and putting in a new one.
I thought our old furnace (which bumped, clicked, whistled and groaned even when off) was going to come get me some night. I used to keep a glass of water by my bed to throw on it and put out the fire in it if ever I awoke to find it in my room....
For some reason, everyone in my family had a "Junk Drawer" in their house where all th e odds-n-ends like hammers and decks of cards and such. I thought they called the "drunk drawer" as in the things you might need when you get drunk.
I'm 25 years old, and it's only a year ago since I found out what a wall-to-wall-rug really was. I had heard people talking about having them, but they could never prove it to me when I visited these people. I could see rugs on the floor, but where were the rugs on the walls!? I thought it meant having rugs on all the walls in a room meeting in the corners. Finally, last year someone told me that a wall-to-wall-rug meant a rug covering the entire floor. Silly me.
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