I believed I used to go to bed at 9 o'clock every night but could never work out why it was still light outside... my parents (I suspect my father) later told me that they used to put all the clocks in the house forwards 2 hours.. they did it for years! Doh!

For a long time we thought our dog had gone to live on a farm... they put her down. Well she did bite my sister's face, in fact she bit anyone every time the phone rang.. but still...

When I was young, just before falling to sleep, I would feel like I was levitating... I can still recall what it felt like..

This rumour persisted until some mates of mine actually tried it: Dry-roasting banana peels in the oven and then grinding them up and smoking them could get you high.

Err .... well...actually... bananas contain tryptophan which, when ingested, increases levels of serotonin in the body (the same effect as Prozac). This can lead to various mood-altering effects.

Well, it never worked for me. I had to move onto ahem 'other products'...

Anyone here ever go to the Mojo or the Twisted Wheel?

The " wheel" was in Stoke if my memory still holds.........

Manchester.

Manchester.

That's right. Originally in Brazenose Street then it moved to Whitworth Street opposite the copshop. Bit of an unfortunate location

The Mojo was Pete Stringfellow's original club on Pitsmoor Road in Sheffield. It was the only club date that Stevie Wonder played on his 196? tour. All the rest of his performances were in theaters/auditoriums.

When I was young, just before falling to sleep, I would feel like I was levitating... I can still recall what it felt like..

That happened to me when I went into the military - with a skinful of beer in me, I would find that both the bed and I would levitate and I could fly around the barracks.

Got a bit dodgy if I tried a barrel-roll - would then fill the bucket at the side of mt bed.

The Mojo was Pete Stringfellow's original club on Pitsmoor Road in Sheffield. It was the only club date that Stevie Wonder played on his 196? tour. All the rest of his performances were in theaters/auditoriums.

Better for me was Ray Charles tour - if they were in the South of England there would be late night trips to the Twenties (Roaring Twenties in Carnaby Street). The Raylettes would adjourn to the Ladies loo and the quantities of sweet smoke that came down those stairs turned the whole club on.

Thread is deviating from OP's original.

my mom was walking in Tokyo suburb once, and a Japanese family invited her in. They were watching a Hollywood flik on TV, the Japanese grandma said earnestly, "I'm so impressed that American actors can speak such fluent Japanese" - ........not knowing about over-dubbing.

When I was a tike, I believed everyone who worked was doing a job they really wanted to do.

My mum told me that ,

Thunder was the clouds banging together.

and ocean spray cranberrys came from seaweed. (because of the brand name )

and when i was ten and walked out of a garage toilet with a 3 pack of condoms ,

she told me that they were head ache tablets and took them off me.

colino

Ps also that brussel sprouts tasted nice

My Mum told me the same thing about clouds and thunder. I still suspect she really believed it!

We were told that thunder was God having barrels of Guinness Delivered to heaven. How Irish is that?!?

ps I had forgotten this little 'fact'.

My Thai MIL (60yo) believes that the condensation forming on the outside of a cold glass of water comes from the water inside the glass passing through the glass.

My granny caught me w**king.

She told me I would go blind and my thingie would fall, I would become a girl.

'You can't go swimming within 60 minutes of eating or you'll get cramps.'

'You can't refreeze thawed food'

(The second one is, apparently, widely believed but is generally inaccurate - but I await the retorts as to bacterial accumulation and food quality degradation.)

that hard work and perseverance was all that was needed to suceed in life.

BKKJohn mentioned this in the food forum. As a professional restauranter he said the concerns were more about loss of texture and flavor.

Personally I try to avoid it, especially in hot climates or places where food is likely to deteriorate quickly due to poor handling procedures.

I'd be curious to see a link that supports your theory.

(Answering Ping's post but Sibey butted in).

well, excuse my butt

I'll take a number next time and wait my turn.

Good idea for a thread and interesting answers (clouds banging together, that's cute).

I believed (until I learned my first foreign language) that other languages were a matter of realigning letters. For instance if I replace the 'a' in my language by another letter, the 'b' by another one and so on, then that would be the new language.

I thought I can talk to animals.

I was always accompanied by creatures only I could see.

And I was sure, quite for some time, that everything grown ups told me was true. ...

Years ago I worked with a guy with strange linguistic beliefs. We were working with a German and an Italian and he was literally stunned to find out they spoke different languages.

He'd always thought there were only two, English and The Rest.

I believed that if you swallowed the seeds of a watermelon that one would grow in your stomach. I still avoid swallowing a seed to this day and it prevents me from enjoying watermelon.

When I was young I thought that mutant ninja turtles really lived in sewers and would always look down the drains on the street to see if I could spot one.

They do, the watermelon seeds I mean, grow inside of you. To this day I've never swallowed one because off this.

When I was very young, I believed in the Tooth Fairy. If a Tooth Fairy actually existed today, he would be shot to pieces by me as tried to sneak into my bedroom.

Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, Jesus

They do, the watermelon seeds I mean, grow inside of you. To this day I've never swallowed one because off this.

Ah ha!! So that explains my belly then!

It's not rocket science.

I was kindergarten age and one day, on the way to kindergarten, it rained. My mother opened her umbrella and I noticed in front of us a strange string hanging down from it. Having no idea what it was for (little did I know about folding an umbrella), I asked her what that was. She answered: 'That's a device showing us the way so we don't get lost.' Ha, I think she must have cursed herself countless times for telling me that lie, because from then on, whenever that string was to the side or slightly off I would always tell her to go where the string leads us.

That comes from lying!