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When I was about age 4 to age 9, my parents kept a piggy bank in the livingroom. The piggy bank was about 2 feet tall and was actually a big frog with big googly eyes. I used to have nightmares about the frog chasing me, so when i used to get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, I would never look into the living room. I believed that frog was out to get me!
Everyone remembers on the kitchen drawers, there was always a fake on. Ok. Good. As a kid, I used to believe that frankenstein lived in there. That is because my evil sisters told me this. I can't wait until they have kids, then I will tell them all the awful stuff they told me.
I grew up in an area with no gardens. I thought that everyone who had a garden was very rich. I also thought that people kept chickens and lambs and other farmyard animals. I thought all back gardens would be the size of farms.
when i was younger, me and my brother would alwaysss play Twister (the game when u spin the hand thing and you have to put ur foot/hand on the differnet colors) and he would always say that if i cheated or if i did something wrong it would somehow push one of the colors(i thought they were buttons!) and it would open you and i would fall down into a pit or something =[
i used to belive that if you put your head in a microwave when it was on it would change to the shape of whatever was in there!
I believed that wooden furniture was carved from a single enormous tree, (much like marble sculptures) i didn't understand about joinery at all. It wasn't until i began high school & we had woodwork classes that the penny dropped!
I used to believe that when someone at your house turned your TV off ALL the other TVs in the world would turn off! LOL i used to believe that about radios too!
I used to believe that when chairs weren't being used and noone was around them then they came alive and played amongst themselves.
I used to believe that the people in pictures could actually see you and spy on you and the people in reality knew what you were doing because they could see me through the picture. I was terrified to do something wrong or get undressed in front of photographs in the room I was in. I always had to turn them around or somehow get out of their line of vision.
My parents had me convinced that in every garage there was a light switch for the sun, and that once a week they had to go out in the garage and turn off the sun at night. They even let me do it sometimes.
When i was very young, i used to think that the washing machine emptied the clothes into the dryer on it's own. needless to say i was very surprised when my mom taught me how to do laundry in 7th grade!
I used to believe that water-heaters were radioactive because my parents obtained a "Radiation Hazard" sticker, and placed it on our water-heater. This stayed with me until about age 11
When we were about 6 my friends and I discovered a storm drain under my back porch. We were thoroughly convinced it led to China and dug at it with forks until my parents caught us.
My mom used to tell us that if we didn't clean up our toys, the vacuum cleaner would suck them up forever. This strategy was a little too effective, because I thought it even applied to large objects like my playsets, and I was even afraid it would suck me up if I got in the way, so I would always run away and hide whenever my mom was vacuuming
I believed that the lady that you heard announcing the time on the phone literally sat at her job in front of a microphone, around the clock without stop, 24/7. I wondered how she ever slept or ate.
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.
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 me and my brother was little we thought that we were in the army. so we tied some sheets together and jumped out of the 2 story house. then we wouuld get on top of the rotten well house and play look out.(this would be about 2am). the next morning my mom would come and retrive us from the well house. we were about froze,and couldn't remember going out there. i guess we were sleep walking. 20 years later we still don't believe the story when mom tells us.
I used to believe that the bright red linoleum which showed through the tear in the lino which covered it in my Gran's hallway was actually fire and that if I touched it it would burn my hand.
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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