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When I was little, I was playing around with my mom's phone. She told me that if I pressed a certain button (don't remeber which one), the house would explode. I thought I had pressed the button, so I ran out of the house screaming and crying. I climbed up a tree, because I thought a tree couldn't catch fire.
after repeatedly hearing the phrase 'shut the door, there's a draft' I quickly decided a draft was a large monster, not unlike a lion, it's apprearance imminent. I always shut the door really fast.
Until I was 8 I used to believe that if clothing went into the wash more than once it would turn into gold.
We had a shilling-in-the-slot gas meter, and I used to believe the shillings themselves actually physically turned to gas.
I used to believe that chores were a privilege. Around the age of 7-8 I used to BEG my mom to help her with the dishes, clean the bathroom, prepare dinner, etc. I would literally cry if she asked me to just relax.
Why? Because my mom was and still is a neat freak. Every weekend was like spring cleaning and she would blast the radio while doing her chores. Since the only other times I could associate with loud music was birthday parties, BBQs and beach fun...I thought, wow this cleaning thing must be extra fun!!
I used to believe that the illuminated light on our doorbell would light up when the movie started at the local drive-in. I don't know why.
When I was a kid, I was terrified that the if the ceiling fan in my bedroom was set on high, it would be spinning too fast and fly off and kill me at night while I was asleep. I still don't like to have the ceiling fan set on high, but only because it makes too much noise.
When i was little i would sleep over at my grandparents house sometimes. I would always sleep on the hid-a-bed or whatever. Anyways I would always get scared and want to go and sleep in their bed. To get to their room I had to go down a long hallway. For some reason I thought for the longest time that a huge buffalo was going to charge me from behind if i didn't run as fast as i could down that hallway.
Water is in the walls, that's where it comes from, and if you put a hole in the wall, it will rush out and drown you. I think I got this from an episode of Incredible Hulk where they were stuck underground and water was filling up the room. Also, from Amityville Horror (I didn't know it was blood). My dad was about to drill a hole in the wall and I started crying and begging him not to do it because we would drown!
when you sit by a fire it can dry up you bone marrow
The wallpaper in my room as a child had scenes of alittle boy & alittle girl in a garden. The girl was using a hoe & the boy was pushing a wheelbarrow. During the day they were stationary, but at night they moved about doing their chores. I thought everyone's wallpaper did this!
I used to believe that a person could fix ANYTHING with Scotch tape.
I used to think all grown ups had a button they pressed when kids werent there that changed the whole
House onto a party with colored lights and music. I always wondered why I never woke up to the loud music
I used to think that whenever you saw a movie or a video online, it was being preformed live, so every time somebody wanted to see it, the characters would need to get out and do it all over again.
I Used To Believe...
I used to believe that when it thundered
It was the really the clouds bumping into each other
The rain came down, the clouds said hello
Casting a shadow on the young girl below.
I used to believe you asked God for a baby
He would then plant a seed in your belly, maybe.
I guess that belief was somewhat right,
Although it really happens in a bed, at night.
On that note, I used to believe,
You had to go to the doctor to conceive.
You would both put on a hospital gown,
Then on a cold metal table, you’d both lie down.
I used to believe that you’d find the devil
If you dug too deep in the ground with a shovel.
I called over to my gardening neighbor with a yell,
“You know, if you keep digging, you’ll dig straight to hell!”
When I learned the news, my breakfasts turned into horror
When my sister teased, “Guess who moved in next door?”
His hair was stringy white, and his name was Sam.
Our new neighbor, I thought, was the Quaker Oatmeal Man.
I used to believe that Euthenasia
Involved the study of the children in Malaysia.
This got corrected in a high school class
When I raised my hand; made myself look like an ass.
Another belief I also bore
Was that A.D. really stood for “After Dinosaurs”.
It really means in the year of the Lord
Clearly in Latin class, I daydreamed, bored.
I used to believe when you drank too much booze
Your blood got thin, that’s why you got loose.
Then I learned, what’s really to blame
Is the alcohol, pickling your brain.
Looking back on the things that I thought,
Some of them right, many of them not.
I realized I will never know it all,
We are all pretty clueless, after all.
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.
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.
Growing up in a Korean household with my Mom's superstitions, we were led to believe that if you left the broom standing bristles up, it would turn into a man and he'd come kill you in the midde of the night! Yeah, my brother and I checked on our broom several times a night...just to be sure!
I have never got over the childhood habit of giving personalities and emotions to inanimate objects...I feel really sorry for cars on scrap heaps, bald Christmas trees that nobody wants, etc...just typing this made me want to cry!!
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...
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