Funny!Here’s one I came up with on my own. I grew up in northern Indiana, and I became aware at an early age that there was a 500-mile automobile race in our state capital on Memorial Day. From that I concluded that every state capital had a 500-mile automobile race on Memorial Day, which made me wonder why I never heard about any of the other races
That was the result of seeing a movie (I think Troll 2?) way, way too young. It’s one of those horror movies that’s so bad it’s good, but very young me was very scared by it. I still get this terrible crawling feeling whenever someone mentions it.
)I cannot sleep with my arm or leg hanging over the bed because I once believed there was “something” under the bed that would come out and grab them. To this day I have that feeling! I also cannot stand to think about vampires or watch vampire movies. Funny how some childhood fears can carry over, and my worst nightmares seem to involve me running from vampires to this day!I’m not sure why, but I picked up a LOT of superstitions from various books I read. I was petrified of things like stepping on cracks, walking under ladders, black cats, and I tried my hardest to hold my breath through tunnels and while passing cemeteries.
They were all passing phases, but when your family doesn’t really do anything in the way of tradition, they appealed to my overactive imagination.
Oh, and I believed there were trolls who would eat me at night if I wasn’t careful. For protection, I had to sleep with my head almost completely covered by a blanket. Only my nose peeped out to breathe.
(And I could not sleep without my head being covered until I was well into my 20s.
I may have told this story on CAF before, but you reminded me of it. At our house, the Tooth Fairy brought us a quarter for every baby tooth. In kindergarten, a boy lost his first tooth and he got $20. $20!!! I was bewildered by this discrepancy.
We were taught and had to do projects on how man was causing the world to cool and we’d be entering another ice age if we didn’t do something.
Must be working
Yes actually, but not by the wind. My BIL was riding in a truck with a couple of guys, the one in the back had his arm out the window. They were driving pretty fast down a narrow country road. Apparently they flew by a vehicle going in the opposite direction and his arm hit the side mirror hard enough that he lost his arm.
When I rescued a feral cat last year this became a reality; she hid under my bd and attacked my ankles with sharp claws at every opportunity. Finally I blocked the base of the bed off; try it!
A man here was vomiting out a car window late one night and was decapitated by an electric guy wire (I think that’s how it is spelled?) .
That should be scratching for “money” all year long. Darn spell check.Must be working
For some reason your story reminds me of how I came up with the idea of “apostolic succession” in my head as a protestant kid. I was probably still a pre teen but one day I was contemplating how our pastors can actually become “ordained” and I remember thinking that they must be able to trace themselves back to the pastors of Jesus’ time. In other words, the first ordained ministers must have ordained others who ordained others now all christian pastors have that connection to the old pastors.
