Childhood beliefs
Jan. 10th, 2003 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetOn the Changeling forum on white-wolf.com someone started a thread about odd childhood superstitions and beliefs, and I was inspired to post to it. I then realized it would make a spiffing livejournal entry.
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I had a terrible nightmare once (incidentally on a Christmas Eve) that gravity had grown so fierce in my bedroom that you could be crushed if you got out of bed to go to the bathroom. While I got over this one fairly quickly, there was a week or so where I was rather nervous at night about leaving the bed.
I hated closets too, thanks to Mr. Spielberg. But the closet light didn't help in the movie, so I was at a loss what to do.
I really liked dinosaurs, but dragons were scary. I couldn't watch the Rankin-Bass "The Hobbit" because it was going to have a dragon in it (and other terrible monsters). Even seeing the names of Mr. Rankin and Mr. Bass in the credits of "Rudolph" or some other holiday special filled me with a nameless dread.
(By third grade, however, I made myself read "The Hobbit" and decided it was cool.)
Naturally, full blanket coverage meant protection from evil. (And even now I still don't really like to let limbs dangle off the edge of the mattress.)
A neighborhood friend convinced me that Steve Austin (the bionic man, not the wrestler) was his invisible friend. One day Mr. Austin had apparently been badly injured in a fight with the cyborg Bigfoot and (I was told) was lying on my sliding board desperately fighting to survive. I remember praying for him.
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Someone else in the thread reported getting into an argument with another kid over his assertion that 2+4 could equal 6; the other kid maintained that only 3+3 could do that. I think that's just excellent.
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I had a terrible nightmare once (incidentally on a Christmas Eve) that gravity had grown so fierce in my bedroom that you could be crushed if you got out of bed to go to the bathroom. While I got over this one fairly quickly, there was a week or so where I was rather nervous at night about leaving the bed.
I hated closets too, thanks to Mr. Spielberg. But the closet light didn't help in the movie, so I was at a loss what to do.
I really liked dinosaurs, but dragons were scary. I couldn't watch the Rankin-Bass "The Hobbit" because it was going to have a dragon in it (and other terrible monsters). Even seeing the names of Mr. Rankin and Mr. Bass in the credits of "Rudolph" or some other holiday special filled me with a nameless dread.
(By third grade, however, I made myself read "The Hobbit" and decided it was cool.)
Naturally, full blanket coverage meant protection from evil. (And even now I still don't really like to let limbs dangle off the edge of the mattress.)
A neighborhood friend convinced me that Steve Austin (the bionic man, not the wrestler) was his invisible friend. One day Mr. Austin had apparently been badly injured in a fight with the cyborg Bigfoot and (I was told) was lying on my sliding board desperately fighting to survive. I remember praying for him.
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Someone else in the thread reported getting into an argument with another kid over his assertion that 2+4 could equal 6; the other kid maintained that only 3+3 could do that. I think that's just excellent.
