I'm curious to hear about the innocent or funny beliefs or perspectives you had as a child, when magic and reality overlapped and monsters roamed the world.
Some of mine:
- I used to believe that babies were kept in those boxes they store high up in supermarket warehouses and that parents would purchase their infants when they wanted to expand their families. When I was six my mother went away for a couple of days and came back with my baby brother, and I thought she had just been on a long shopping trip, which is quite normal for my mother.
- I thought you could plant a coin and get a money-bearing tree. Many a good coin was lost in the backyard.
- I believed that by the time I was old enough to drive we would have flying cars. (:sad sigh:)
- I used to be certain that my toys became alive when I wasn't looking.
I used to think that when you posted a letter, it went along a tube until it reached the right road to be delivered by the postman. Also that I would marry my brother when I grew up.
I used to believe the people who told I'd me understand things when I got older.
For reasons I no longer remember, I used to believe that dogs saw themselves as humans... In much the same way as I saw me. I'm talking about pure labels here; self-awareness was not a concept I understood at the time. :???:
Also, the worlds and characters of cartoons and some less imaginative fairy tales seemed valid and had a depth to them.
Hmm... I don't think I have ever believed anything strongly though. I was just never that kind of person, I guess.
I don't know if I believed anything but I once tried to jump into the TV like on blues clues because Steve told me to. But I had my doubts.
Quote from: BooksCatsEtc on November 12, 2016, 11:04:11 PM
I used to believe the people who told I'd understand things when I got older.
:rofl:
Things I believed when I was a child:
1. I could be anything I wanted when I grew up.
2. I could change the radio station in the car with my mind (I was like 4 and my parents' car had a foot-switch I was unaware of).
3. Everyone grew food in their backyard and killed dinner every week (I grew up around the Depression Era generation of my family on the outskirts of a small town in south Texas - my great aunt still used a wood-fire stove to cook on).
4. If I practiced martial arts hard and long enough, I could do the Dim Mak from Bloodsport
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^^^ #4 is a good one haha
I was a little animist--I believed that many objects (not just toys) had a type of sentience. For instance, rocks had friends, and preferred resting places.
But rocks do have preferred resting places; have you ever noticed how they all just... Lie there? :headscratch:
That a flood really covered the entire world and that everything was made in a week.
That ghosts existed.
I could control stop lights and turn them green :grin:
When i wore a younger person's clothes, i believed humans were decent.
I knew my dolls and stuffed animals weren't real in the sense of alive, but I always hoped they might be and, just in case they somehow were, I was careful to put them away in a comfortable position.
Quote from: Asmodean on November 14, 2016, 04:18:55 PM
But rocks do have preferred resting places; have you ever noticed how they all just... Lie there? :headscratch:
The moving rocks of Death Valley seem to have wanderlust.
Quote from: Recusant on November 14, 2016, 12:58:23 PM
I was a little animist--I believed that many objects (not just toys) had a type of sentience. For instance, rocks had friends, and preferred resting places.
I still have this tendency despite logically understanding it's nonsense. I'm the sort of person who will reflexively apologize if I trip over a chair. I won't buy my dogs toys that look like real animals because it upsets me when they shred them to bits. Yet in total opposition to this I have no qualms whatsoever about feeding my dogs whole animals I killed myself.
I've largely stopped trying to figure myself out. I just roll with it.