As a child, I used to be curious about things that some way or the other, related to technology.
I remember I had opened almost 70-80% tech things at home. Even things like toy guns, digital wrist watches, toy mobile phone, I enjoyed “opening them” more than “playing with them”.
I had a toy phone that would ring when one opened its flap. I wasn’t happy to play with it, rather I rip it open, took the circuit inside and adjusted inside my brand new compass box in a way that if someone tried to open my compass box, it would start ringing and that’s how I would know that someone ( usually my brother) opened my compass box.😎
Hahaha, I remember how I used to believe some things too. I used to believe that our teachers sleep at school. I believed that they don’t have any home as such, they eat, sleep and live there after our school.
I always used to ask my aunty about those tiny little people living in the green/red light of traffic signal. The ones that help us cross the road.
I know it isn’t unusual but even though i knew that moon can’t follow us, I still always wanted to verify, so i would close my eyes for seconds while walking to see if moon does stop following, or I would keep walking random on the road to see if moon follows me..😆
Hahaha, my mom would add some Bournvita in my milk and it would then look brown… I always believed that that brown milk came from brown coloured cow and I always worried why we only get white and brown milk, I wanted to drink a milk from black cow too.😆
I didn’t get to sit much in the car in my childhood days but whenever I got to sit, I didn’t know cars have a turn signal lever, so I thought the car knew where we were going hahaha ..😆
Hahah when I was in first standard, I was convinced for a while that each person had to have a unique favorite color. On my first day of school, we had to introduce ourselves and say our favorite color. I was super stressed out because the kids in front of me picked the ‘good’ colors, and I kind of panicked and told everyone that my favorite color was black.😆
Hahaha, the hilarious one was that every time I saw students getting into the school bus, I strongly believed that they are being kidnapped, right from the school. I always saw them getting into the bus but never saw them getting dropped off 😆
When I was in 2nd or 3rd standard, I believed that when my Dad played songs on our cassette payer, people singing lived inside of it. I was always curious where they slept, where did they go to the bathroom, and ate. I wanted to tear the speaker down to look inside, but I knew that would get me in trouble…😆
Hahaha, I was crazy mad … this is normal, everyone had these kind of beliefs but whatever it is, I liked those of my beliefs.