Post your childhood misconceptions here.

[fireflyprince]

When I was little my grandmother use to tell stories about "Bloody Bones". A bloody skeleton who rises from the grave and snatches boys and girls who didn't go to sleep at night. I had nightmares about a skeleton with glowing red eyes who'd stare through the window. To this day I can't sleep without making sure the curtains on all the windows are closed.

Plus it didn't help that my grandmother lives near a cemetery.


I also watched Nightmare on Elm Street 3 and my Aunt convinced my Freddy was a real person.


I also believed when I was a baby that if I sat on the tiolet while I flushed I'd get suck down. I also believed if I looked at the sky while laying down that I'd fall into space forever.


And of course there's the whole Santa, Tooth Fairy, and Easter Bunny thing. ;D

[bucketknight]

fireflyprince said:

And of course there's the whole Santa, Tooth Fairy, and Easter Bunny thing. ;D

I love the Easter Bunny. Imagine the people who thought up of it.

"Now how can we honor the rebirth of our savior? I know. Let's use a rabbit that gives out eggs from chickens!! Who doesn't think of Christ when they see that!!" ;D

[beautifuldirt]

In order to make me take naps my aunt would tell me, "Channel 44 is gonna get you!" And looking back on it, I don't understand why she would make a monster out of such a thing.

In more recent years, I've come to accept the fact that Hogwarts does not exist. After waiting for my invitation via owl mail for, maybe 3 years, I came to the conclusion (two years ago) that Hogwarts didn't exist. Because if they did I'd most definitely get in. I'm just too weird not to.

[Carmichan]

bucketknight said:

fireflyprince said:

And of course there's the whole Santa, Tooth Fairy, and Easter Bunny thing. ;D

I love the Easter Bunny. Imagine the people who thought up of it.

"Now how can we honor the rebirth of our savior? I know. Let's use a rabbit that gives out eggs from chickens!! Who doesn't think of Christ when they see that!!" ;D

Strangely enough, I did not care at all when I figured Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy didn't exist. The EASTER BUNNY however, was traumatizing. I asking my Nana if the Easter Bunny was real and she decided to be honest and tell me the gifts were all from my parents and grandparents. I SAT ON THAT CHAIR AND CRIED INCONSOLABLY FOR TWO HOURS. I feel like such a dork compared to you, bucketknight. ;D

I had a similar fear, fireflyprince. Around second grade I lived with the grandparents above for about a year instead of my mother. They have a large house, which is nice to play hide-and-seek in and have parties in, but not so nice to sleep in. I loved scary stories more than anything else when I was little (may have contributed to how fearful I was....just a little. ), and I bought a little book full of them in the book catalogue they handed out at school. Now, there was a story in this book about a girl who always wore a green ribbon around her neck. When she was very old and about to die, she allowed her husband to discover why she never took it off by letting him untie it. When he took it from her neck, her head fell off. For some unknown reason, this terrified me. I would think this girl would be chasing me down the stairs because my footfalls would echo and I would panic and just SPRINT down those stairs. I still have to run down those stairs. It's instilled.

On another fear about that house having its origin from frightening stories, the step stories frightened me in that house more than in any other. (You know, the "I'm on the first step...I'm on the last step...I'm in your hall...I'm by your door...I'm in your room...etc. etc. etc.) *shiver* Yeah, the people in those stories always sleep in the second floor at the end of the hall, right? Well, scary for me. Back then, I really DID sleep on the second floor at the end of the hall. I think I slept with the light on that full year I lived there. @_@

[empressjess]

Santa lived on for awhile in our house mainly because my parents had a separate pile of gifts from Santa and some from them, but mostly because my Dad was always genuinely surprised at what we got (only ever buying gifts for my mother). Though it was nice that I believed longer, his lack of participation in Christmas has become more annoying and irritating lately instead of magical.

[PrinceJoshua]

It makes you wonder why there are so many horror movies that deals with Santa. 0_o

[nakedfish]

Because anyone that can sneak in every single persons home, leave gifts and eat condiments and drink milk is a little off colour. ;D

I used to believe the big bad wolf was waiting in the bush just outside our church. Only that patch of bush though. Never mind the huge amount that stretched out behind my house at the time, he only liked the area near the bush.

I believed that humidity meant that the air was going to get thicker the higher the percentage was, and if it went too high I'd suffocate. It got to the point where my parents muted the TV during weather reports since I couldn't read at that point.

I, like a few of you have said, also thought that Michael Jackson was a woman. But I knew he had been black. When he was white I suddenly thought someone with the same name and voice came around.

I thought Oprah was my mum. ;D

Also, in a bizarre tale my friends mum told me, if I sat on the toilet too long I thought a crocodile would come bite off my bum. Which was bad because I got stuck more than once (I kind of just sunk in)...

I also thought all hills were volcanoes. All of them. I'm easily influenced by movies.

[aura]

I've had many (and probably still do....... *shift eyes* misconceptions. Almost anything you can think of, I've had briefly. Only some lasted for a long time like:

I used to believe that all crows would watch me, and plot against me. I'd watch them in the trees and think "I wonder what they plan to do to me next..?"

There would be this "Black Knight" from a spectral realm (or something rather) that would enter reality and try to kill me or some sort of cruel punishment. What he would commonly do is slash or stab me with his sword in these very vivid dreams. Apparently he liked the rain, and when it did rain, I kept watch over my shoulder at all times until the rain stopped. I had this idea from 10 up to 12 ( age of start of womanhood as you know....) So I thought that menstration was a result of being wounded by him.. (Isn't that fricken messed up?)

Well, that's all I have for now.. I'f I can think of more, I'll add some. ^___^

[coinoperated]

i also believed michael jackson was a woman up until i was about 11 or 12 and no one could tell me otherwise. this was of course before his nose fell off and his face caved in and he had makeup tattooed on. but i would see his picture on magazines and tv and think how pretty 'she' was.

AHAHAHAHYA! oh man, there is now coffee all over the desk. i didn't think he was a woman... acctually, i don't know what i though he was.

uh, lets see... childhood misconceptions... i don't think i had all that many. my rather mean spirited uncle killed santa when i was about six when he turned around and told me to grow up. I was, however, convinced that my nightlight was the embodiment of evil for some reason. i think it was just because it was orange and made everything in my room look super creepy. i also had this thing with plane toilets. the noise they made really used to freak me out and i was convinced that if you stayed in the cabin while they were flushing, you'd get sucked into some vacume and ejected from the plan. I'd always have wash my hands, flush and run out of there as fast as my tiny legs could carry me. i still don't think i've quite got over that one.

[bucketknight]

carmichan said:

bucketknight said:

I love the Easter Bunny. Imagine the people who thought up of it.

"Now how can we honor the rebirth of our savior? I know. Let's use a rabbit that gives out eggs from chickens!! Who doesn't think of Christ when they see that!!" ;D

Strangely enough, I did not care at all when I figured Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy didn't exist. The EASTER BUNNY however, was traumatizing. I asking my Nana if the Easter Bunny was real and she decided to be honest and tell me the gifts were all from my parents and grandparents. I SAT ON THAT CHAIR AND CRIED INCONSOLABLY FOR TWO HOURS. I feel like such a dork compared to you, bucketknight. ;D

I had a similar fear, fireflyprince. Around second grade I lived with the grandparents above for about a year instead of my mother. They have a large house, which is nice to play hide-and-seek in and have parties in, but not so nice to sleep in. I loved scary stories more than anything else when I was little (may have contributed to how fearful I was....just a little. ), and I bought a little book full of them in the book catalogue they handed out at school. Now, there was a story in this book about a girl who always wore a green ribbon around her neck. When she was very old and about to die, she allowed her husband to discover why she never took it off by letting him untie it. When he took it from her neck, her head fell off. For some unknown reason, this terrified me. I would think this girl would be chasing me down the stairs because my footfalls would echo and I would panic and just SPRINT down those stairs. I still have to run down those stairs. It's instilled.

On another fear about that house having its origin from frightening stories, the step stories frightened me in that house more than in any other. (You know, the "I'm on the first step...I'm on the last step...I'm in your hall...I'm by your door...I'm in your room...etc. etc. etc.) *shiver* Yeah, the people in those stories always sleep in the second floor at the end of the hall, right? Well, scary for me. Back then, I really DID sleep on the second floor at the end of the hall. I think I slept with the light on that full year I lived there. @_@

Don't worry, I think you're a dork too ;D Just kidding. I remember having to console kids about stuff like that (I HATED when Christmas was coming around cuz odds are, there's a kid who is gonna learn about Santa from one of the older kids in a less than kind way). But hey, kept things interesting. For me, Santa was a non-issue. I grew up in an apartment the size of maybe two American bedrooms in Hong Kong. Not only was Santa and snow non-existent, that fat man wouldn't make it through the door, much less the non-existent chimney.

I LOVED the airport toilet!! When I was six I was on a trans Pacific flight from Hong Kong to Sea-Tac, and I went to the bathroom at least once an hour because I would get SOOO bored. It was the same when I went back when I was twelve. Then when I was 21 I took my first flight since I was 12 and was startled by the toilet cuz it was so loud. I felt like an idiot cuz I bumped the door and when I opened it there was someone there looking at me funny.

[fireflyprince]

I grew up in a trailer, so we had no chimneys either, plus my family was poor (the trailer should be a hint ) so my parents always told us they had to give Santa money to buy stuff because he didn't make toys anymore, so whenever they didn't have the money "Santa" would be late giving us presents sometimes.


I don't think the the idea of Santa is bad, it's a harmless tradition used to bring children joy at the idea of being rewarded for good behaviour. Without things like Santa our children would grow up to be uptight and think life has no meaning.

[bucketknight]

Nothing wrong with Santa, I just hate dealing with kids when they find out from a particularly mean kid that Santa ain't real.

[Carmichan]

Well lucky you, I didn't care after that two hours of crying. XD Now I'm the exact opposite. If something traumatizing happens, I honestly will not care (or be in too much shock to care), but if even ONE LITTLE THING goes wrong for me for the next...oh, say, three weeks, I WILL COMPLETELY SNAP. Example:

Me: Oh no, it appears someone has robbed my house and destroyed my car. Hmmm. *goes for a walk outside*
Man: *bumps into me* Watch it.
Me: OH YOU *insert long stream of curse words and exclamation points here* YOU THINK THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND YOU? HUH? MY LIFE IS IN RUINS THANKS TO PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!!!! I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I THINK OF YOUR RUDE, SELFISH, UNCARING ATTITUDE!!!!!!!!!!! *proceeds to go Stray Dog on his butt*

I scare myself sometimes.

[spookythings]

on topic... well i have a few but they'd probably get me kicked off the forum. trying to think of some g-rated misconceptions...

i used to believe that oijua boards could unleash demons (i kind of still do, i guess) and that 'dungeons and dragons' was actually an evil game that would cause satan to kill your family.

[nakedfish]

I had the idea dungeons and dragons would make a demon possess you and kill your family. Not the board game, but the movie (there was a movie right?). Strangely enough I'm so sure this information came from my parents, who should have known by then that I was a very gullible child.