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One time when I was little I was walking with my mum in nearby woods, when we came to the edge of a very steep hill. Of course, I set of with glee to run down it and my mum said "Be careful! Don't run too fast or you won't be able to stop" (presumably meaning I was go careering into a tree or something). Unfortunately though, I thought that when people ran, if they reached a certain 'key' speed, then they would be doomed to run everywhere for the rest of their lives.
I used to believe that I was one of nine stars who came to this solar system from God (who was the sun). We each went to our own planet and I was chosen to go to Earth. What I would at times do to fulfill my mission was stand in a weird X position with my legs and arms spread out (like pausing while your doing jumping jacks)so I would look like a star. This would allow magical powers to flow out of me and make the world a very happy place. My best imaginary friend was at first a strange-looking girl with purple hair and a pipe in her mouth who then when on to Venus and never saw me again because she was (or became) one of those nine stars. I even sadly missed her when she left. So weird!
I used to suck the ink out of markers, thinking it would give me super powers. Luckily, Crayolas are nontoxic.
My friend told me she had a special gift from god. She had powers in her stomach that enabled her to fly and distribute candy to airplane passengers. She claimed I wasn't ready for these powers because I my body was too small to handle them.
I was firmly convinced I could fly - I even have strong memories of flying or floating down the stairs. I think I probably could and it was only when I was told I couldn't that I stopped being able to.
I used to think that I could control the weather. One year when i was 9 I said I want snow for christmas, we got so much snow that year that everyone was praticly traped in there homes... I swore never to use my powers again
One evening when I was about seven years old I accidentally zapped myself while plugging in a fan. I knew this was how people got super powers and was very disappointed when I was unable to conjure lightning or zap my sister at will. I figured I had not been zapped enough so I shocked myself several more times on purpose over the next year or two and to this day I am pathetically normal. Kind of.
I used to think that if I hit myself hard enough in the right spot on my head, I could knock free the 80% of brain we don't use, and would become super-human. This resulted in many tragic childhood accidents involving books and walls
My father was evil.
I used to watch the Wonder Woman live-action TV show, and when the show was over, I would spin around in the livingroom, like Wonder Woman did, thinking if I spun fast enough, I met get her swimsuit, the truth-telling lasso, and all her outfit.
Dad would encourage me while mother would scold him. "Keep spinning! Faster! I think I see the lasso!" "Gayle! Stop that! You'll make her so dizzy she'll get sick!" "I see the tiara! Keep going!"
I'd spin until I fell over onto the couch and couldn't stand up straight, and he'd tell me he was sure I'd get it next time. I totally believed him.
When I was fairly young; about seven or thereabouts, I wanted so desperately to be a super-hero that I convinced myself that I could "see" heat, and that since no one else mentioned this amazing feat, I alone possessed this ability. I would run around telling people "Don't touch that, it's hot--I CAN TELL!" Turns out it was just steam, and everyone was just humouring me. Go figure.
The actor, Lee Majors, better known perhaps as 'The Six Million Dollar Man' was my idol. As a four year old I believed that I too had bioic powers and could out-run cars, leap tall buildings, etc.
My poor mother was shocked to find me crouched on top of the kitchen cabinets one day preparing to leap to the floor. She scolded me, telling me that I shouldn't do things like that as I could get hurt. I promptly reminded her of my invincibility saying, "Don't worry mom, I'm bionic!"
Remember when Rice Crispies always used to have a black crispy in the packet, (by accident but it was always there). I used to believe that if I ate the bad one beofre all the good ones I would gain super powers like supergirl.
I once even tried to fly accross the landing believing that I had achieved my goal.
I used to believe that if i tried really hard i could make my head explode.
not that i ever tried.
i'm not sure why i believed this.
After watching Marry Poppins, I was convinved that if I jumped from a really high place with an open umbrella, I would float gently to the ground. After many failed attempts from the top of my swing-set, I believed it only worked jumping from clouds.
My brother (older) used to tell me that if I stayed under water long enough that when I ran out of air in my lungs that I could breathe through my pancreas! Well, I tried one day at the public pool, while my brother held me under water. I never struggled, as I believed him as I inhaled my first lungfull of water. After I was "brought back" by the lifeguard I really believed that the only reason that I survived was that I was breathing through my pancreas. I told everybody!
I used to think if I tried hard enough and truly believed, that I could have those rays of "goodness" shoot from my stomach like the Care Bears
When I was little I thought certain people could 'hear' what I was thinking about. I got the idea from one of my teachers who just happened to have huge ears. Actually he was a very nice bloke but he just had really unfortunate ears. I think I was sitting in his class thinking to myself about how big his ears were… and then suddenly he turned and glared at me. (Probably because I was sitting looking dopey while I was supposed to be working.)
It seemed to me that the only logical conclusion was his colossal ears had allowed him to ‘hear’ what I was thinking about.
From there my belief expanded - I figured that in certain circumstances maybe anyone could 'hear' what I was thinking about - so whenever I mentally poured scorn upon anyone (unfortunately I was a very judgmental child) I would suddenly be struck with fear and dread in case the person had 'heard' what I'd been thinking.
After a while I began to suspect I was simply imaging things but this really just made things worse… for example... I'd see some guy on the street, and it might strike me that that person was abnormal in some way, so I'd think to myself - jeez how is it that individual come to be so fat, tall, skinny, ugly, stupid looking... whatever and then I'd suddenly think - Oh crap! I shouldn’t have thought that… he probably heard…. And then I'd think Nah don't be ridiculous people can't really hear your thoughts. But another part of my brain wouldn’t be convinced so easily. So I’d end up having this really stupid mental argument with myself about whether the guy would know what I was thinking or not – Finally I would have to tell myself to shut up in case the guy thought I was nuts arguing with myself.
About the age of 4 I truly believed that my sleeping pattern controlled the sun. It would rise when I woke up and it would set when I went back to bed so, naturally, I controlled it. My whole world changed when one day I awoke around noon (must have had a late night with my older brother.) I started freaking out, telling everyone how sorry I was for not bringing the sun out. I guess my grandma didn't have the heart to tell me the truth, she just told me not to sleep in again because the world needs the sun.
When I was little, I was absolutely convinced that if I could just get my parents to attach the furniture to the ceilings I'd be able to walk on the ceilings normally. I still want an upside-down room, and I'm 32.
When I was a kid, I used to think that my parents knew everything that I was thinking, and used to think of the worst things possible and see if they would react.
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