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my brother and sister (6 and 7 years older than I) convinced me at age 5 that I was an insta-baby. they said that mom had gone to Brookshires (a local grocery store) and gotten me out of the gumball machine. They went into great detail telling me how she put me in the bathtub and added water to make me. Then they told me that she had forgotten to add water to the insta-brain and it fell out. Needless to say, they told me that I would never know as much as them because I had no brain. Being the impressionable child I was, I used to say " It's not my fault! I don't have a brain! Carrie and Rick told me!"
I used to believe that cousins had to be the same gender and age as you, to really be your cousin. This was because, coincidentally, our cousins were. (maybe our parents were competing??!!)I remember having a very heated argument with my friend when I was about 8, who told me her cousin, aged 3 was coming to stay. I told her her parents had lied about her being her cousin, and that she was just an imposter, probably not even related.
When I was a little girl my dad told me that it wasn't 'air' in the bubbles of bubble wrap, but actually a very poisonous gas. He said if I continued to pop the bubbles, I would destroy the ozone layer and contaminate the oxygen in the world, thus killing the entire world population. It was only a few years ago that I realized he just hated the "popping" sounds and that it actually oxygen in the bubbles.
When I was younger my 2 best friends would always have to leave on the weekends to go visit thier dads because they were divorced. So I would have no one to play with each weekend. I thought that when they left on the weekends they all went to a sort of divorced fathers neighboor where there were tons of other kids to play with. So I kept asking my parents to get a divorce like every week. I'm glad they never did!
When I was younger I thought that one day my family was going to shrink down and we would have to live in my doll house. I would tie ropes down it so we could climb in and store food and water in it waiting for the day when we shrink.
I went to an elementary school that was literally across the street from my house. There was a window on the first floor from which you could see the schoolyard. I was convinced that whenever I was out eating lunch in the yard, my mother was watching me. So whenever friends offered me fattening snacks or encouraged me to do something Mom wouldn't approve of, I gave a scared glance over to my house and said no - all because I thought my mom had nothing better to do all day than sit in the front window and watch my every move.
When i was younger my older sister and I slept in bunkbeds.(I slept on the top bunk)
And so every night, I would climb up the ladder to my bunk. And each time i got to the third highest rung, I would try close my eyes and scramble up as fast as i could. For fear that when my sister turned into a werewolf, she would eat my ankles.
When I was little, my mom had taken a picture of my me and my dad in a pool with me falling into his arms because he had thrown me up. Everytime I saw this picture my dad would tell me this was the day they got me, I was a monkey that fell out of the tree, and luckily they caught me and decided to keep me. Until I was about 7 or 8 I believed them and always wondered why I wasn't growing a tail.
When I was 6 years old, my parents (jokingly) told that I had once had an older brother, Charlie. When he brought home a B on his report card they shot him and buried him in the backyard. I made no grade less than an A until my second year of college.
When I was very young, my Dad was in the Navy. Naturally I spent a good deal of time asking where my Daddy was. My mother put a big picture of him onthe coffee table, so I could see him all the time, and told me "This is your Daddy." When my dad finally returned from his cruise, and we met him at the docks, I refused to talk to him, saying only "This isn't MY daddy. MY daddy's at home, on the coffee table." I believe that the picture itself was my dad.
When I was younger my parents would sometimes go out on weekdays, and our older brother would babysit us. To compensate for leaving us alone, my parents would allow us to sleep in their bed. Every time they went out, I thought they would die in a car accident and we'd be left all alone. I would cry my eyes out, covering my face in my Mom's pyjamas, trying to comfort myself with her smell. I would literally cry myself to sleep. Then, later on I would wake up in my own bed, and I'd be relieved, because that meant my dad had carried me to my bed and they were back home. Safe.
i used to believe that when kids weren't adopted within a couple weeks, they were put to sleep, just like at the pound! i BEGGED my parents to adopt me some siblings.
When I was little, I used to believe that my mom was the real life Snow White from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" because she had short black hair and pale skin. Then I came to the conclusion that since my mom was Snow White, my dad must be Prince Charming. I got some pretty weird looks from people when I told them this. I thought I was so special....
My dad told me and my siblings that we were only three inches when we were born and we used to ride around in his front pocket.
I used to wonder if my family were really aliens in disguise. I can remember riding in the backseat of the car with my older brother, and I actually pulled his hair to see if I could get his mask off. I got in trouble.
When i was little i thought whenever my mom was acting weird it was an alien pretending to be my mom so everytime my mom acted weird i started pulling at her face trying to take the alien's mask off. eventually my mom and i made up a secret code so i wouldn't think she was an alien.
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Everytime I went to see my Nana, when i was younger, she would give me 50p. For some reason, I used to believe that she made 50p coins in her shed, for the Prime Minister. For years, I always used to try and look through the shed windows, for the "50p machine".
When I was very young, my grandfather would sit me on his knee and he would let
me eat the wooden matches he'd burnt to smoke from his pipe. He had me totally
convinced that the burnt sulphur was good for you to the point that, I still freak
people out to this day by eating burnt wooden matches.
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.
When I was a young, only child, and jealous that all my friends had brothers and sisters, my mum told me I did have a brother, but he was a monkey in a zoo.
I believed this until I was about 7!
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