Childhood Oddities
I believed:
- stoplights were controlled by people underground pushing buttons
- green, not white, was an indicator of GOOD, while red, not black, was BAD, so green-eyed monsters were good and red-eyed ones were bad (confusing me about an urban legend I’ve forgotten involving green eyed monsters)
- characters in movies had tea parties inside the VHS tapes when you weren’t watching them
- babies came from being married and asking God for them (teen abstinence commercials really confused me)
- a vampire lived in the toilet (in the u-bend, to be precise, and flushing the toilet would alert him to a defenseless person washing their hands and it freaked me the fuck out)
- Arnold from Hey Arnold wore a dress or skirt, not a collared shirt
- people were robots or hallucinations
I also hallucinated dragons out of my ceiling lights and people in my drapes, and voices telling me something very important that I could never remember.
…yeah.
I totally believed the stop lights and Hey Arnold ones too.
My childhood bathroom freakout was that there were always skeletons hiding behind the shower curtain. I refused to pee unless the curtain was open and I could see the entire bathtub.
When I first moved to the states, I never had heard crickets. My new room at my stepfather’s parents’ house had a duck mobile hanging from the ceiling. I firmly believed that the ducks were chirping out death threats and were going to kill me, as I frequently ran out of my room crying, “THE DUCKS ARE COMING.”
I have (and still do >.>) freaked myself out over patterns in stucco / sheets / odd blobbed garments by thinking it looks like something terrifying. >.>
When on a trip through the Redwood Forest, I kept saying I was afraid of the forhest because the trees were going to kill us.
I used to believe that the chance of precipitation in the weather forecast was actually a forecast of how much of the day it was going to be raining.
I also thought that “The Pit of Eternal Stench”, in the movie Labyrinth, was “The Pit of a Turtle’s Stench”, and the turtle had had too many beans for lunch and had gone underwater to try to muffle his farts.
I was afraid of the furnace at my grandparents house, because the grating on it made it look like a giant spider with it’s legs tucked in front of it. I refused to go into that room alone because if I did it was going to eat me.
