Website of Strange Childhood Beliefs

I remember a few odd beliefs -- I'm sure I must've had more... some go directly back to warnings from my mother. For instance, I believed that if you touched a bleach bottle it was so potent it would start eating through your fingers. True, if you are 4. Once I drank from a tiny stream near a place we lived in Ontario. Then I remembered that she'd told me that if I drank from it I'd die, so I just hung about waiting to die. I'm still waiting. Maybe I should touch a bleach bottle.

I did oddball things, but mainly because I was the youngest at that time, and idolised my brother Steven, who had a devilish streak. Me, years and years later: "And you used to tell me to stand perfectly still while you galloped your horse at me. And you'd get me in your old Plymouth by claiming you wouldn't drive fast, then you'd drive REALLY FAST. All I could see was the glovebox door with 'Plymouth,' so that's all I remember. The door was wired shut." My brother: "I don't remember any of that."