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I used to believe that when I hit some objects they suffered like a living being and so I had to be kind with them.
I used to think there was an amusement park ride in the walls of my house. Little people rode on the ride and could watch me sleep at night for entertainment. They would laugh at me because I sucked my thumb.
My sister told me that there were little elves inside the bottom of the coffee maker that fueled a fire both to heat the coffee and light the little orange light on the coffee maker's panel.
one time my dad was going to change the smoke detectors in my house and i saw on the box there was a picture of a fire in someones house . I thought it was to make a fire in your house. I was so confused about why my dad wanted my house to catch on fire. that night i slept under my blackets so the fire wouldnt get me........good thing there was never a real fire
When I was eight or nine, my parents went to Egypt for about two weeks. They brought me back a model of King Tut's head, which I put on my dresser. That thing scared the CRAP out of me. I was convinced that this weird King Tut guy watched my every move. I was too afraid of it to take it off the dresser, so I'd hide in my closet every time I needed to change.
When I was about 10, me and my friend (also 10) started digging up my front yard (of an apartment complex). We thought that we could build an underground water slide.
There were small waterfalls hidden under the floor. If I stepped to close to the border between carpet and regular floor, and there was a waterfall just there, I would fall into it and be whisked away to a tropical island. I was terrified, and sat motionless on the carpet for quite some time. Eventually my mother cured me, by drawing and subsequently burning a picture of a waterfall.
Whan i was like 5 my mom was mad at me for hanging on this metal bar that ran wall to wall above my dresser. She told me that if i hung on it one more time that lava would come out of it and we would all die. I believed her like the idiot i was.
I was helping my grandmother clean her house, and she commented on how shiny all her boy and girl figures were. ( I found out later they were Hummels) I told her it was because I used the porcelin jelly on them. She asked me to show her this 'magic substance' and was horrified to find out it was petrolem jelly (Vaseline). Some of her figures were to 'clean' to be saved.
Well I once believed that when someone was home alone, they'd walk around naked..
I used to get into the mail and make a mess, so my father told me that the law said that whoever touched a bill had to pay for it. I believed that into my teens...
When I was a kid I used to believe that if a plug socket did not have a plug in then electricity escaped! It used to worry me but I was to worried to tell anybody
When my dad moved to texas, his friend's family had a well in their back yard. When he and his friend would play back there, the mom would shout "Stay away from that well!" with her heavy texan accent.
For years, my dad thought that there was a dangerous whale inside of the well.
My grandfather used to tell me there was a little man named Yahootie that lived in the refridgerator and turned the light on when we opened the door. I always used to wonder how he could survive the cold.
Okay so their is this statue of a baby in my yard. For some reason, I thought it was Amielia Airheart. I thought she had crashed into my yard and then turned to stone.
Me and my friend used to always play on my swing set. i thought that if i stood ontop of the slide and whispered into the big bolt ontop of the pole beside it my friend could here me by listening to the bolt beside the swing
I used to believe that my mom would just individually memorize the specific washing instructions for every piece of clothing I owned. It never occurred to me that she would just read the instructions on the tag sewn in the back.
When I was six or seven, I heard a radio commercial about drug addicts. I thought the commercial meant that these were people that lived in "attics." I became convinced that people we didn't know were secretly living in our attic. For several years I wouldn't dare go in our attic by myself.
when i was a child, i had the greatest fear of getting grounded by my parents. and with reason, seeing as how i truly belived that when kid got grounded, they were buried in the ground for the duration of their punishment. when a friend of mine was grounded, i vividly remember asking my mother if it hurt. she laughed, which confused me throuroughly.
Up until I was about 10, my brother (7 years older) and cousin (2 years older) made me undoubtedly believe that I was literally "made" in the basement. Nuts, bolts, slabs of metal, and whatever else they could find because they wanted someone to play with after school.
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