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When my sister and I were younger I would tell her she was adopted because she was dark skinned and I'm fair skinned. She finally learned the truth at age 10
My grandfather had a rather round middle, he told all the grandkids that he got that way by eating a whole dinosaur's leg...
we believed every word of it!
I was three years old when JFK was assassinated. Though I don’t remember it, I knew it made an impression on me.
My uncle Joe was about 15 years older than me and he lived at my grandmother's house. Joe was kind of a wild fella back then, always getting into trouble. He also had hunting rifles in the house. I was afraid of the guns, but was fascinated with the big scope attached to one of them.
Once when I was five or six I got up the courage to look through that scope. I was totally amazed and intrigued with the crosshairs that I saw superimposed on what I looked at through the scope.
Some time after that I was reading through a book my parents had about the Kennedy assassination. To my absolute horror, the book contained (what I later realized was) a photographic re-enactment of the shooting as seen by the assassin. The picture showed a limousine from behind, with people in it and a man I knew was supposed to be Kennedy. The photo was shot through a scope like my uncle’s, and the crosshairs were aimed directly at the back of Kennedy’s head.
In my young mind, I could only draw one conclusion: My cousin Joe had killed President Kennedy.
I feel really stupid now.....but when I was in the second grade, my mom had been in the hospital so many times and came home with a baby every time. This time my father was in the hospital and I thought for sure he was going to bring home yet another baby.
When I was little, I believed my little brother looked the way every boy in the world should look, and if they didn't look like him, they weren't perfect.
boy that changed quick...
If a man wore his shirt out, I thought his wife was going to have a baby.
My husband had an old uncle with a wooden leg, and taht uncle told all the kids in the neighborhood that a little bird lived in his peg. My husband believed him.
i used to believe that my parents were really kidnappers. I believed that they had kidnapped me from my real family back in Denmark. I also believed that they, my parents, had taken me to Canada in order to hide and keep me safe from some sort of harm.
I used to think that my parents were aliens and I would block their thoughts by holding my breath. My mom looked at me al red-faced and asked me what was wrong and seemed to care, so I didn't think she was an alien anymore.
When I was a kid I hated to go to bed. I was the youngest, and I was convinced that my family would wait for me to go to bed and then they would have a party without me.
I have an older brother, and when we were younger my dad would always say to us when we would misbehave, "Your older brother and sister used to do that....and you don't see them here anymore, do you?"
For years we believed that we had an older brother and sister that misbehaved, and my parents got rid of them. Needless to say, we were little angels!!
Cousin Jay would say he could pick us kids up by our ears. When I was 5, I finally caught on to the trick. He'd slip his arms under our armpits and then grab our ears and lift.
My Uncle Joe used to tell me he'd squash me like a bug....and then ask me to come hug him. I really believed he'd squash me.
WHen I was little maybe 7-9 years old, I was really shelter from the harshness of life by my momther. My mom's husband my stepdad was rarely being seen for some time and to me it was no big deal.
One day he was home with us and my mom non-chalant asked for something I thought was very special from him. Never in my wildest naivete was this request something that would effect our lives.
"Jay...I want a divorce."
I thought, "Oh mom wants another present or something for herself nice." I didn't know a divorce meant the worst for a marriage. I will never forget hearing that statement comng from her again.
A friend told me of how her older sister covinced her that she was adopted by the family - to provide spare parts for the other members!!
I used to believe all parents were named Mike and Carol. My parents had the same names as the parents on the Brady Bunch.
That all adults were aliens and when I was in bed they reverted to real form tall thin shrouded creatures and if you looked into their cowls all you see was darkness
I dreamt that my brother and my mother abandoned me in a bakery..after that I hated to go to the bakers..until I found out that they would never do anything like that
i used to believe that there was a difference between a 'lady' and a 'woman'. the difference being that ladies wore make-up and women didn't!! my mother never wore make-up and my best friends mom did sometimes so my friends mom was a lady and my mom was a woman :)
I used to believe that everyone only had Uncle Bills and Aunt Sues. My mother had a brother named Bill and a sister named Sue - and Sue happened to marry a man named Bill. My father had a sister named Sue as well. So I had two uncle Bills and two aunt Sues. When a friend told me he had an Uncle Pete (or some such non-Bill name,) I didn't believe him, because ALL uncles are "Uncle Bill."
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