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When i was little (about 4)my dad got sick of me using a nightlight do he said next time i would use it it would blow up the sad thing was i was afrad of the light till i was about 10
My mom had one of those infamous Home Interior's pictures of a mailbox in a field with a brown bird sitting on it. For some reason, it always looked like a arched headed monster that creeped me out until my teen years when she took it down.
As a very little child (in early 1990's), I watched once one of the episodes of brilliant old TV show "Alternatywy 4" (1982), where female character turned on old russian TV-set with light bulb, talking to the her dear neighbour through the hole in wall :), and then when she was still talking, light bulb explosed (it was quite common with that sort of devices), and lighted flowers in the wase. Of course before she noticed that, the fire had already spread at the other furnitures, she started yelling through the window that she's about to burn up etc - it was very dramatic scene for me back then. I asked my dad why did that TV explosed, he explained it happen when you turn TV on being alone in home, and of course I believed him. When they had to left me alone in home, he advised me to turn on video with cartoons so I wouldn't be bored, and I was shocked how can he be such irresposnible - the house would after all burn off then!
Whenever I hurt myself on a piece of furniture, my dad would always yell at the piece of furniture for hurting me. Sometimes he would pretend to hit it back. To this day if I stub my toe, bang my hand or knee, I scream at the piece furniture, call it all sorts of foul names and hit it back. It is never my fault. The coffee table should get out of my way.
i use to belive dat if u put ur white socks and red socks in one cabinet they would turn pink!!!
When I was little I would jump up onto beds and mattresses to play around on them. My brother told me that some were rigged with needles and if I jumped on them they would prick me. I believed this until I was 10. By then I figured out about how many parents would sue if their children were hurt.
I used to believe, until about a year ago, that duct tape was really DUCK tape! Those poor, poor, ducks!
When I was really little(1 or 2), I lived in a condominium with my parents. I never remember living in it, but only living in my house(which was 2 stories)My parents had said before that our condominium had no stairs. By that they of course meant, it was only 1 story, but since I lived in a 2 story house, I thought that everyone lived in a house/condo with 2 stories. So I thought that to get to the second story, there was a stairwell, just like at my house, but my parents had to stack up some boxes just like stairs to get up to the second story.
Crossing broomstick without going around it is a sin to my mom.
whenever i cross them she shrieks and makes me cross it again(crossing two times gives a positive effect). I do it in vain. I wonder whether broomstick has got any calculating powers.
When I was about 5, I thought that glue in hot glue guns was inside the cylinder, and that shoelaces were two separate laces in one shoe. Now, obviously, I know better.
When I was 4 I thought that my pillows would come alive and have a tea party with MY tea set!! Why couldn't they bye their own!!?!?!??!!
When I was little I used to believe that when you moved house you made a direct swap with the person whose house you were moving into and that they would move into your old house. It took actually moving to be made aware this wan't true
When I was little I saw a TV program where a fire engine drove by a house, and a bit later the house catched fire. So I thought that your house can only burn if a fire engine first drives by your house.
when i was little we were looking for a new house and we saw this house with a room that had madonna all over so i told my mom i loved the house and she loved it too so when we first started getting into the house i ran to the room that was mine and saw that all the madonna pictures were gone! i started screaming and crying and what i didnt know is that the stuff that is in the house doesnt stay there:(
I used to belive that if you stood next to a microwave while it was running that you would shink and I was so anxious to be tall that I would never go near it. Just out of habbit, I still feel weird near them.
When I was little, my grandpa told me this little man called a yahootie lived in the fridge and turned the light on and off when we shut or opened the door. I spent hours just pulling the door a crack open or not quite shutting it, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the little bugger running to turn the light off or on.
When I little my mom and dad told me that we were moving house....being a very imaginative child I spent day and night trying to think how strong dad was....he couldnt possibly pick up our house and move it could he?? I thought that as he was so strong he could just put the house on wheels and we would drive to where we wanted to live....when my mom and dad told me how we move house I was devastated!
When I was a little kid we had a square whole in our basement where a window used to be. The window was ground level and whever my brothers forgot their house key my middle brother Alex would slip through the window and run up stairs to let everybody in.
Anyways, I was constantly afraid that somebody would climb through the window and come upstairs and shoot me during the night. My brothers tried to reassured me by telling me that no grown-up could possibly fit through that window.
After that I was constantly afraid that some mean grown-up would make a little kid come in and do the job for them!
I used to think for some reason that when people moved they just traded houses with their friends.
When I was little, I thought that if you got to close to a vacuum, it would suck you up.So whenever someone was vacuuming, I would jump on the couch or run away.
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