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I used to believe my dad is a superhero and he goes out a night to fight evil supervillains and when I grow up I'll be his sidekick.
when I was a kid, I used to believe that only girls could be my friends and all other boys were my brothers.
When I was very young I managed to convince myself my mother had another family, and whenever she went to work she actually lied and went to visit her other family and her other children! I had a very over-reactive imagination XDDDDD
When I was 4, I had a blue ball, I asked my mom who's it was, she said it was "The Family's" for a while, I thought "The Family" where some creeps who lived somewhere near my house.
My grandpa had retired and did some carpentry as a hobby. He typically used varnish instead of paint. So I thought that all varnished wooden objects were made by him.
When I was about 5 I went on a family trip to a safari park, along with my mum and grandparents, came my uncle and aunt. Now my uncle is a wonderful man, but can be quite shy and quiet. However he is very clever so when he does speak I listen.
We were pulling into the drive of the park and went over a cattle grid. Being from the city id never seen one before and asked what it was. To which my uncle answered its a ''Gazumnearmniebush'', being so young and coming from him, I assumed it must be true.
Imagine my embarrasment when going over one on the college coach ( on my 1st day, at age 17) and exclaiming that it was a gazumnearmniebush. Luckily another very kind student explained the truth. My entire family had taken to using the word, assuming I knew what they were really called but just liked the name.
My Mum told me she invented skipping and I believed her and told all my friends - still living that one down
When I was very little, I told my dad that when I was older, I would have a daughter called Rosemary, and her middle name would be Vulture.
I had my heart set on that name.
I used to believe that I was supposed to be a boy. My mom had five kids: 3 boys in a row, me, then my younger brother. So I figured God made a mistake when he made me....Boy was I wrong!
my cousin (7) had known for a long time what sex and pregnancy was. but not how the baby got out of the mother or that you had to have sex to get pregnant. she was told and she decided that since it was so disgusting making babies and so hurtful letting them out them she would just buy one at a orphanage.
when i was little, i was looking at photos of my brother and sister (i'm the baby) and i saw tons and tons of them but not even one of me and i ran up to my mom crying and i told her "mama, why didn't you tell me i was adopted?" and she just laughed....
when i was younger i believed that my mom and dad could hear my thoughts.i say things in my head like if you can hear me look at me right now and they would so that just added to my supisions and it wasnt untill i was like 13 that i didnt believe that anymore lol
I went shopping with my mum wen I was younger and she put a note in a machine (which gave you change for the shooping carts.) and all these coins fell out.
My grandmother gave me a pound note and I was so excited as i thought I was going to be rich until my mum told me she had put a £20 note in hence the 20 £1 coins that came out.
I used to think that fireworks were a natural occurence that happened every Fourth of July, and that's why we always went to watch fireworks on that day. Then my parents explained to me that people were creating the fiireworks, and that only grownups were allowed to do that. So then I believed that the fireworks were kept in a box and you had to be really strong to keep them in because otherwise they'd escape at the wrong moment.
I used to believe that all men had blue eyes and were left handed and all women had brown eyes and were right handed. Hey, that's how it was in my family!
I told my little sister that she was stolen from Gypsies. I told her that me and my parents where on vacation and saw a group of gypsies washing their clothes beside a river and that she was laying in a basket to the side sleeping, so my parents stole her. She believed me for years until my mother finally got tired of me torturing my sister, so she dug up some old pictures of my sister in the hospital right after she was born to prove that she was an offical member of our family.
My Grandfather was the "biggest" kid I knew. He used to tell us stories that as kids we would believe every word he said. For example, one story he told us was that years ago he "won" the lottery and that he felt sorry for them and they would not have any more money, so he gave it all back. I think I believed that story until I was about 10 years old!!!
When my mother disciplined me - I believed my "real" mother was locked in the cellar and the person disciplining me was a monster.
When I was little I used to believe I was adopted because there where no photos of my mom when she was pregnant with me (they didn't have a camera). My little brother was adopted when I was seven and that was confirmation of their plot to keep my own adoption a secret! I had to give up on that idea when I started to realise that I am the spitting image of my mother and I have the EXACT same hands and crooked teeth as my father.
My dad is about 6'2" and a pretty big guy in general. I used to believe that he was so big that he could touch the power lines and had a hard time getting through doors.
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