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When I was about 4 or 5 I used to believe the was a little man in the fridge that turned the light on and off .
I used to believe that there was a man with a gun outside my windows at my house at night. Whenever I had to walk past any windows, I would duck and crawl under them, so that he couldn't see me. I did this until I was 15 or 16 years old.
I used to believe you could get sucked into the vacuum.
i used to believe that if nobody were home all the rooms and items inside would cease to exist until somebody came back.
I used to believe that matches would spontaneously burst into flames if I or any other kid touched them. They were these scary things that only adults held the power to control. That Smokey the Bear had me scared.
When i was younger my mother used to tell me not to bother the fire release thingy to our window (when it got pulled it would release the bars on the window in case of a fire) but i thought she meant that if i messed with it a fire would start
As a child I was perplexed with the concept of right and left, I used to stand there and be like this is the right and this is the left (refering to the sides of the room) and then turned around and think now its switched! It used to puzzle me so much.
I used to think that if I didn't skip one tile every time I stepped in the house when I was walking on the tile, that my head would explode.One day I decided to test this, and of course it didn't happen.
When I was at the age of 7 or 8 a teacher at school was talking about how carpets and other household items wear out over time. She was explaining this while I was talking to the kid I was sharing the desk with (neither of us really paying much attention) until she said what we both thought was "I named my hall carpet near the front door half fred bear" instead of what she really said we discovered afterwards was she had to change her hall carpet because the area near the front door was half thread bare. We were both hysterically laughing for ages afterwards.
I used to believe that those little metal balls they sometimes put inside bottles of nail polish were just dried polish.
I was a smart kid.
when i was like 6 or 7, my neighbors and i would play in the yard and when a car would go by we would all scream "car!" and hide behind something. if you didnt have something to hide behind then you would play dead. haha idk why we did this but everyone that drove by prolly thought it odd to have so many dead kids in the yard :D
I used to love playing on the carpet at the base of the large double glass doors leading out to the patio. One day, I discovered some large coins directly at the bottom of the long white drapes hanging over the clear bright windows. The dark shadows of the coins made me think they were worth plenty. It wasn't until high school that I finally decided (against my mother's wishes) to carefully disect one of those curtain seams and find out for sure just how much money was hidden at every curtain intersection. To my utter dismay, I encountered only large heavy plug nickles to add to my other list of relevant childhood treasures. To be sure, they didn't redeem for what I had encountered at the stored wand of belief.
However, I was delighted to cut open a tube of Stripe toothpaste to encounter just how the stripes emerged all from the same opening of the tube.!! That was pure delight.
I used to think that people only had house numbers (for their address) if they had children.
I used to believe that hide-a-beds were manufactured by Native Americans. It took years before I figured out that it wasn't spelled Haida.
When iwas younger my mom had a picture of 2 ladies in old fasioned clothes having tea hanging on the wall above the couch in our living room. Well when you look at the painting from the height of a 4 year old the one lady looks like she has a Poodle head because of the bonnet she's wearing so for years I wondered why my mom had a picture of a woman having tea with a giant poodle in a hoop skirt.
I used to believe that staplers were called, "Habits." I thought if you tried to touch them near where the part that the staples came out of, they would chomp down and bite your finger off. I thought that the finger would then dissapear in the stapler and grow back on the person, all in a split second.
I used to believe that when you earased a pencil mark you weren't really making it disappear, but rather coloring over it like white out. This was when I was in 5th grade. I really had no common sense as a child.
When I was a kid I'd look for places to hide before I go to bed, because I believe that strange men will attack me while I'm asleep.
You can never be too sure.
When I was around 8 I had to beliefs. one of them was that I was afraid to leave my hand off the bed because I had just heard the "humans can lick too." story and still today I am scared of that and for a while I couldn't take showers unless my sister had one first because I saw the movie "Cabin Fever" and thought my skin would start desolving from a flesh eating virus.
I used to believe that if I wasn't on a rug in the kitchen while the microphone rang, the I would sink into the floor.
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