At the age of 4 I was absolutely certain I could make anything out of paper and sticky tape or glue. There was a series on television where the kids all wore jeans trousers and jackets. I loved those, but my mom wouldn't buy me jeans. So I took a a lot of paper, put them all together with sticky tape, drew trousers on it that looked exactly like a pair of jeans (I must have thought at the time...) and cut it out. So now I had the front. That had been a lot of work and I was getting tired of it, so for the back I had another solution. I cut out paper bands and taped them from one side of the trouser leg to the other, say 4 or 5 of those down both legs. Colouring them blue was too much work, I was contented with white jeans as well. I tried to put them on, but of course the paper teared and I was very disappointed. I didn't fall from my belief though... Some weeks later I very badly wanted a go-kart, and I started all over again, even making wheels out of paper or cartbox and being disappointed when the kart wasn't strong enough to carry me. The conviction still held, because somewhat later I tried to make a trapeze out of paper for my own room (I must have seen a circus show on the telly). I somehow convinced my dad to tape it to the ceiling with the sticky tape so I could swing the trapeze (piece of cake, I believed). I think my paper dream ended when this last work of art didn't stand a chance either....

Zoë

If I swallowed anything while looking at someone, I'd gain their qualities and be more like them. I still have trouble swallowing while looking at anyone I don't like.

Anon

I used to think my family was royalty who stayed in a normal neighborhood to show our subjects that we cared about them. I wondered how the other royals could live in castles and not even care what happened to everyone else.

Princesa

i used to believe that only i could think and anybody else could'nt do anything unless i was there.

pinkcatf

In pre-school I believed that pennies would come out of my cuticles if I cut them and I also believed that my nose was a sort of pouch that I could store small treasures in. Needless to say, my parents were called a few times after I had tried to store my treasures, i.e. seeds, small washers and the like, and had I had quite a time trying to retrieve them.

Mickie

When I was about 5 or 6, I used to think that I was the reencarnation of Jesus Christ, ´cos I always thought I looked like him, my father´s name is José and mother is Maria (Joseph and Mary, in portuguese). I´m 20 now, and I swear, if nothing happens untill I am 33, I´ll start wearing shoes and I´ll finally cut my hair.

Antonio Delvecchio, Porto Alegre/ BRAZIL

I remember once as a child thinking there was something wrong with me because my stomach would rise when I breathed in, and fall when I breathed out. I thought it was supposed to be the other way round, and used to spend time trying to "reverse" my faulty breathing.

I've just realised why I thought this - when squeezing into a tight place or clothing, people say "breathe in!"... surely it should be "breathe out"?

Anon

I believed I was magickal because I never caught poison ivy, but when my sister and I had played in it by accident she would get rashes and I wouldn't. Then "immunity" was a vocabulary word at school.

Allie

When I was 6 or 7 I used to think that my index and middle finger were space travellers from another planet who had their own tv show on earth. They "space walked" everywhere, each time I went out that was a new episode. And I would announce it by saying "index and middle go to The store" Or wherever we were going.
The show eventually got cancelled.

Anon

when i was a kid, i used to believe i was actually a king who was in a coma dreaming about being a kid.

r

When I was a young teen, I was convinced I was a fairy. I thought I had control over ice. I could make it snow and everything.

Anon

when i was six or seven i used to believe that i was a beautiful horse that could run as fast as the wind. i had long hair that i flipped back and forth like a mane. i galloped everywhere i went.

star gazer

My parents told me that I was born with a tail. I believed them. Forever.
(I guess it got lobbed off sometime). I always imagined it to be like a dinosaur tail--they probably meant something cute like a cat tail.

Anon

I used to believe the whole world was an illusion and that only I was real... The whole world was an illusion much as in matrix... but it was a physical illusion intended to study me by alien scientists.

I used to try and look around corners to areas they maybe forgot to 'texture' yet, or maybe to places where the 'actors' forgot to pull their suits on and looked like aliens.

Ale Nijamkin

I used to believe that people around me could read my thoughts. I then became insecure of what i thought, and if i had a thought that might offend someone else who didn't know what i meant by it, i would try to cover it up and make excuses for those reading my mind. It got to the point where i would send false information to others, and then snicker at what an evil thing i had done. I have no idea how i thought this, maybe i was just a really paranoid boy.

Im Me

My grandmother is a strong catholic and I was convinced I was going to be the "next" vigin mary. I thought I was pregnant all the time and would sit and cry. No one knew why. Until today! Haha!

alildevastation

When i was little i thought that i was a bird's baby, and my parents had stolen me out of a robin's nest, because my name was Robin

Robin

When I was about six years old (1960's), I believed the laugh track on television was other tv viewers laughing along with the program. I thought I could hear them through the television. Then I would laugh at completely inappropriate times believing that other viewers would wonder what that crazy kid was laughing at.

Anon

My mom used to think there was something wrong with her because she had to breathe, she didn't know everyone did it. I myself used to hate breathing, I thought it was annoying because you kept having to do it over and over.

Sharon

I used to believe I was the ghosts when I played pac-man and that I had to run from the little circle who ate the dots

Anon