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I used to believe aliens are real.
I still do.
My father used to watch a lot of those shows about people getting abducted by aliens. It got to the point where I believed that if I slept facing the window I would be abducted. If I wanted to sleep on my right side I would put my pillow at the other side of the bed so I could sleep comfortably without being abducted.
When I was liitle, I used to believe that if a spider would bite me than I would become Spider-Man!!!
I Believed in ET
I used to believe that teletubies where a kind of aliens
I used to believe that everyone would definitely get abducted by aliens at least once in their life. Like it was a fact of life that just happened to everyone.
I believed that my real family were aliens, and they would come in the middle of the night to take me back home. However, they would only take me back if I was awake and waiting for them.
In fourth grade, there was a kid in our class who insisted he was Martian. This went on all year. One day, playing this game of forcing people into the "Kootie Box" (a painted rectangle on an outside schoolwall), we all pushed the kid into the Kootie Box and he bumped his head. He promptly grew an egg sized and shaped lump in the middle of his forehead (he was not otherwise injured). For years afterward, my friends and I were convinced he was telling the truth.
When I was a kid I believed that I was one of many locked in tiny rooms where the walls, floor and ceiling were like big tv screens that made up a world around me, people and objects were like holograms.. I was always in the middle of the room and was never gonna get out, and that there were aliens monitoring our reactions to then take over the earth knowing exactly what humans would do... I still haven't found a reason why it couldn't be possible
As a girl I used to live in Mexico. During the day everything appeared normal. However, at night I believed that everyone except my brother and I were aliens. I remember I used to pray that the aliens would not control our minds and thoughts.
When I was a kid I used to believe that my perent's were aliens and I was the only human in the house.
I used to think that the Predator was sitting in the tree outside of my bedroom window. I used to build up my comforter thinking it would shield my body heat.
PS. I still think he is there ;-)
When I first heard of the movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" I thought that the Third Kind was the name of the alien race on it. I figured humans were the First Kind but wasn't sure who the Second Kind would be..
When I was a kid I would always see these little yellow lights at my window. I was convinced that my neighbors across the street were aliens and were pointing lasers at me to collect data.
Much to my dismay, and my mother's hilarious pleasure, they were just fireflies.
When I was young my sister told me that aliens lived in the air vents. Every night when the air conditioner came on I was convinced that it was the aliens. I was terrified to sleep at night forever.
I use to believe that I was dropped off by aliens and was actually not related to my family at all. This is all due to my older brother.
when i was younger my mother and two older sisters convince me that i was an alien, for years i believe it as i am very different from my family.. too this day i sometimes still believe its true, espeically after my 18th birthday my sister made a scrapbook of my life, and put alien things in it.. :(
I used to thin that those moving spotlights in the sky above car dealerships were Angels, Aliens or Germs...then after I got old enough I found out it was just a spotlight!
I used to believe that when I closed my eyes, a group of tiny aliens appeared and started dancing and having a party. When I opened my eyes they disappeared. I figured that since there was no way for me to prove that they didn't exist, they must.
When I was 4, I used to believe that I'd be abducted in my sleep, whether by aliens or a robber, so I'd bury myself under all my stuffed animals (there were at least 50 of them). I found out later that it was a good plan, because 2 weeks after I started this habit my mom came in my bedroom to check on me... and panicked when she thought I was missing. :)