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i used to belive that the handiecap parking spaces where for people who had to just go in and use the restoom, because the picture looks like someone sitting on a toilet
since i used to love reading when i was a lil kid (and i still do this)
i used to believe that i couldnt go to the tolet without taking a book, i didnt have to read it, it just had to be there.
I used to believe that by doing my buisiness, I was feeding the toilet, and I got upset when i was constipated, because i thought I was starving the toilet.
When I was seven, we were at my parents friends house and the woman asked me if I wanted to "spend a penny" before going on a walk. I told her I couldn't because my purse was in the car....
When I was getting potty trained as a toddler, i used to believe that potty training was being put onto a train that had alot of toilets until you knew that you wouldn't go in your pants anymore.
i thought that the toilet was a direct link to hell. so, at the grocery one time, i asked mom for some fruity pebbles. she must have been in a mood b/c she replied, "when people in hell have ice water." i spent that whole afternoon pouring pitchers of cold water down the toilet for the poor thirsty people! and so i could get some fruity pebbles.
I used to think that when i flushed the toilet, the waste water would eventually come back to the fawcett that fed our bath tub. Therefore, every time I had a bath I checked first before getting in the tub to make sure there weren't any turds floating around.
I had a roommate that believed (when she was a child) that there were people that worked in the "poopie factory" and they would clean the water. She thought they lived under the ground below the toliet, so she would flush letters and candy to them so they would not get lonely. She said the toilet was constantly clogged and her Dad always wondered why.
I used to think that a toilet was alive and that it only flushed when it was hungry. At my school there was constantly something gross or wierd in the toilet and that it didnt flush because it wasnt hungry or it didnt want to eat the gross stuff. And I thought that when toilets flooded it meant they had eaten something gross and were barfing it out.
When I was little the hissing noise the toilet made when you flush it scared me. In all the movies I watched the ghosts made hissing noises when they came up behind you, so me, being so little, thought that a ghost came out of the toilet when you flushed and ran as fast as I could from the bathroom after I flushed, turning off the light so the ghost couldn't see.
When I was little, my sister convinced me and my brother that when you flush the toilet, the "stuff" being flushed went through an underground tunnel to the mailbox, and that the mailman picked it up and brought it somewhere.
I used to believe that there was a time limit whilst using the loo.
One day, when I was about four or five, my aunt came to visit and after a while excused herself and said the was going to "the lavatory". I'd never heard it called that before, so immediately I put my shoes on and asked if I could go with her -I'd never been there before! *groan* I'm almost 22 now and it's still brought up at every family gathering...
I used to think (and still kinda do) that if I flush the toliet and I am running water that nasty/contaminated water will come out so I try not to intersect the two...lol
-i'm 16 lol.
ahhh.. when I was young(probably 3-6), I believed there was a family that lived underground and the sewage lines all went to them or similar families, and that they ate my poop and that's where the poop went. I had long discussions with the son of that family. I also believed they would become enraged if I didn't supply them with fresh poop.
As the oldest sibling of six, all under eight at one time, I took great thrill in the bath room visit, should we all go somewhere together, I the oldest, had to take each child to the bathroom. I would enjoy letting them know, that if they didn't hurry (usually my supper would be getting cold) that there was a little button on the floor I could step on and they would be flushed away.
An older cousin of mine, when she was about six, was under the impression that every night a man had to come into everyone's house to remove the poop that had accumulated in the back of the toilet. This man was called the Plumber, and he carried a large vacuum that he would insert into the toilet to suck everything out in reverse. If you ever happened to be on the toilet in the middle of the night when the Plumber appeared, he would surely suck your butt off without noticing. She told me this several times, although I was never sure if I should believe her or not.
When I was little, (four to five) I would believe that some kind of monster (for some reason he was nice) would eat everything you put into the toilette, and for some reason, he really liked poop. So I'd talk to him while I was on the toilette and say "I'm pooping hard for you so you'll get full"
I also had an uneasy feeling like he would eat my butt if I didnt poop or pee enough.
Needless to say, I dont talk much to the monster in the toilette anymore. (Ok, maybe once in a while, to make sure I'm on his good side. =)
I used to think there was a law that you couldn't go into public bathroom by yourself if you were younger than a certain age. I don't know what age I thought was the "legal bathroom age", but when I was about 8 or 9 I was in the grocery store with my mom and had to go to the bathroom. She let me go by myself, but as i was about to go into the men's room, a guy who worked at the store stopped me and said "You can't go in there!" ..I got confused and thought it was because I wasn't old enough... Turns out he just thought i was a girl.
My sister convinced me that the water in toilets was recycled into drinking water. This was confirmed when some kids at school flushed an ant farm down the toilet. There were ants coming out of the water fountain (for real, I'm not making this up).
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