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Things you used to believe as a kid

SchrodingersMeerkat

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I used to believe that ALL poodles were female and all bulldogs were male. I also used to believe that there was a secret hidden second story to my one-story house that could be reached if I jumped a certain way because I used to have a reoccurring dream about that. I for some reason was fascinated by the concept of living in a two-story house. I also used to have such vivid detailed dreams that I was confused as to where the dream world ended and the real world began. I was always asking people if this was a dream, in dreams and in real life.
 
As a kid, I used to believe in a certain man who was said to bring gifts around this time of year.
(Kind of obvious that this one would get mentioned at some point, so I thought I'd get it out of the way).
 
The body of a dead mouse disappears into thin air after 3 days.
(True. But it turned out my mother found them on the cellar steps and removed them.)

A woman who has had a hysterectomy maybe turns into a lesbian or a man.
(After all, the cats and dogs who had similar operations....people called them "it.")

At night when you are in bed witches can get you unless you keep your
ears covered. Your face can be out and you can look around in the dark,
but you must keep the blankets over your ears.
 
My parents would give up on me and traffic me. They used to threaten me like this. In my memory I packed up the luggage and waited for them trafficking me when I heard that view first time at 7. I was thinking "What should I do after being trafficked? I might not have enough food, I need to be obedient to gain more food but I've been obedient to my parents and they still want to traffic me."
I know it's almost unrealistic yet I believe in it. I've grown up and I'm aware that trafficking young female is popular in some countries. Everything is possible.
 
Things under my bed, enormous Nile crocodiles waiting to chew my legs and arms off. In the morning, I would jump from my bed to the bureau, balance there and jump to the open door holding on to the top of it, swing out into the hallway where there no crocodiles. Never putting my feet on my bedroom floor. Why they didn't come after me, I continually wondered. They seemed to live only in the dark under the bed at night.
 
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I used to believe that if there is just enough rain, I would be able to jump down from my window to city-wide swimming pool.

I used to believe that the colorful bottles in the bathroom were full of juices and sodas, not chemicals.

I used to believe that there is a little pixie that is ready to pay for my teeth.

I used to believe that the tentacle monster was going to catch any part of my body that wasn't covered by the blanket. It never happened but when it would, I would be pulled under the bed never to be seen again.

I used to believe that there was a half white, half black face of a man living in my wardrobe that left every night to watch me from the doorframe.

I also used to believe that there is a reason for everything, especially the 'bad everything'. If the 'bad' happened, then I must have been 'bad'.

I used to believe that Lampo the dog didn't die in 'The dog that travelled by train' even after reading it many times.

I used to believe that one day people in green clothes will come to my home and threaten to hurt us.

To think, I believed in many scary things, huh?
 
There are a few I can think of off the top of my head:

The first thing I believed for the longest time was that unless all passengers in a car or other vehicle were wearing their seat belts, the car simply would not start, not even if the key was in the ignition. This was probably because in my earliest years (starting when I was a newborn baby thru most of my childhood) my mom and dad had a rule that until everyone had their seat belts on, the car didn't move. If I were to balk at wearing my seat belt (though I'm told I never really did) then too bad; we weren't going anywhere until I thought better of it and strapped myself in/allowed myself to be strapped in. Imagine my surprise some years later when I would go places with friends during playdates and the adult(s) present would start moving the car before/during the seat belt buckling process! :smile: I think I was about 8 years old when I finally learned that unbuckled seat belts and fully operational cars were not mutually exclusive.

....In retrospect, I think part of the reason I didn't mind wearing a seat belt (aside from the fact that I learned right away that it was a non-negotiable rule, and was actually very rule-oriented as a kid) was because I liked the tactile sensory input of the seat belt criss-crossing my body - I found it soothing. However, I didn't like it when the seat belt got stuck, but then, who does? :smile:

.....When my parents took me to the mall to see Santa for the first time when I was maybe three, we happened to be walking past his picture-taking station on our way out (I was angling to get to talk to him again), and he wasn't there. I asked my parents where he could have gone, and my mom told me something like, "He probably went up on the roof of the mall to go feed his reindeer - they must be hungry!" And I accepted it b/c hey, I was three. :smile: They were certainly lucky that it didn't occur to me to ask if we could try to look for him on the roof once we got outside so I could tell him goodbye. :tearsofjoy:

....Thanks to Who Framed Roger Rabbit and the interstitial in Fantasia where Mickey Mouse "approaches" conductor Leopold Stokowsky to congratulate him, I thought that animated characters really existed and could interact with human beings....a belief that has over time evolved into more of a fond wish than anything else. :blush: When you've felt alone for most of your life, even in the company of other humans, such a longing never really goes away.

...I also believed that bran flakes/cereal were peanuts for some reason. :tearsofjoy: I'd always ask my mom for a handful of them whenever she made bran muffins so I could leave them out on the kitchen table...I was under the impression that Dumbo (the Disney elephant) would pass through and eat them, but only if no one else was around. :blush:
 
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After watching British kid's show Trumpton, I thought Firemen didn't actually put fires out, just played Band concerts on Thursday afternoons :D

And after watching Bagpuss, I wanted to work in a Chocolate Biscuit Factory when I "grew up".
 
From around 3 years old I used to study the left and right indicator lights on the car dashboard as my Dad drove his new 1972 Vauxall Viva and I used to believe that they were directing my Dad which way to go. It wasn't until over 25 years later that what I believed as a very small child started to become a reality when car satellite navigation systems became available to the general public around the year 2000.

As a small child I actually thought that things would be totally different if my parents voted differently in an election and that their vote alone would make a huge difference, I remember telling them to change to someone else when they went to vote. I knew nothing about politics what-so-ever and I just wanted a change. Now I know that 1 vote alone makes no difference what-so-ever, well technically it can, but it is unbelievably unlikely. Saying that we each have the power to change a word spoken on national television after an important election day, when they read out the number of votes on live TV in your area the number will be different depending on whether you vote or who you vote for, so you have directly changed what was said lol!

I used to see people as a lot better than many really are, I always believed that no-one would ever try to do anything bad to me as long as I did nothing bad to them as a small child. I learnt the hard way when I went to school and was soon bullied however, at first I couldn't understand why and I said to the bullies, "why are you doing this, I've done nothing to you?", except unbeknown to myself most people couldn't understand my speech at an early age. It was strange as my parents played back a tape recording of me and I couldn't understand the voice, I refused to believe it was myself when my parents told me and it was unrecognisable to me, yet when I spoke in real time I sounded like I was talking normally. So it was another young childhood belief that I was speaking normally when I obviously wasn't.


PS: My Dad rust protected his 1972 Vauxhall Viva from day one and kept it garaged most of time while instead using a firms car, I remember him dismantling the entire engine on multiple occasions, not because anything was wrong, but just to thoroughly clean each component so it was spotless. He was also careful to keep it secure by installing a custom immobiliser that included a hidden switch as well as an early alarm system and later after the car overheated while stuck in traffic in the 1976 UK heatwave he installed a custom 2nd radiator fan that he could control from the dashboard if the car got hot. That car was in show room condition with the original paintwork and with only around 55,000 miles on the clock when it was 35 years old, even the engine looked brand new without a mark on it. By then virtually all Vivas had been long scrapped as they were known to rust, but my Dad's Viva had no rust what-so-ever since he would go over the paintwork with a fine tooth comb virtually every time after he took it out and he refused to drive it even in the rain, but if he was caught out he'd literally be there afterwards carefully wiping it dry in the garage. The car was almost like an autistic special interest, except I don't think my Dad is on the autistic spectrum. Sadly as my Dad got older he decided to sell it to a collector against my wishes as he said he could no longer give it the attention it deserved.


From the registration the car in the video was about 2 years newer than my Dad's and my Dad's was blue, but it was the same model.
 
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SchrodingersMeerkat said:
I used to believe that ALL poodles were female and all bulldogs were male. I also used to believe that there was a secret hidden second story to my one-story house that could be reached if I jumped a certain way because I used to have a reoccurring dream about that. I for some reason was fascinated by the concept of living in a two-story house. I also used to have such vivid detailed dreams that I was confused as to where the dream world ended and the real world began. I was always asking people if this was a dream, in dreams and in real life.
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I used to think that all dogs were male, and all cats, female.
 
If I didn't sleep with each of my stuffed animals in turn, they would get mad and hurt me.

That there was a shark in the deep end of swimming pools (something that still crosses my mind even now when I go swimming and makes me panic when in the water)

That it could be too cold to snow.

If you swallowed chewing gum it would be stuck in your belly for 7 years.

There's more I'm sure, I'll add as I think of them.
 
That when rain fell onto a vehicle windscreen the wipers automatically worked. (Having never seen my dad actually use the switch to operate them) beggar me ! ....thirty years later ...

Heaven was an actual place on a map. "Going to heaven" lots of great aunt's and uncle's had gone to this place.

Watching Jaws in the cinema on the front row opposite the air filter grills under the screen. My dad told me that was where the sea comes out later.! I wouldn't put my feet on the floor.

People could bounce around on top of clouds. (Cumulonimbus) bounce from one to the other.
 
That if I hid behind a tree and couldn't see anyone, no one could see me.

That any kind of seed I ate, would grow in my stomach, into say a grape vine, an apple tree.

That unfertilized eggs from the supermarket would hatch if you kept them warm enough.

That my grandmother had actually been an exotic dancer, after finding a magazine with a picture of a woman who looked like her. And that was why my grandfather had it.
 
Getting flushed down the toilet was a big concern of mine, even had plenty of dreams about that.

Getting pills in the cabinet mixed up with candy, good thing I didn't get a hold of any.

Oh, and trying to experiment with levitation, which didn't work out very well in the end.
 
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