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When I was little, my ma made me go to Sunday School. For whatever reason, I got the idea that if you told a lie, then God would punish you. I once told a friend who had inadvertantly told a lie (she said she hadn't touched something when she accidentally had), that God would come round and burn down her house and kill her parents because of what she'd said.
Scary preaching Kid! It's a good job I don't believe in God anymore...
When I was very young my parents used to tell me I was found under a rock. Naturally, after being told this for years I believed it.
All was fun and games till we were at a grocery store when I was eight and an old friend of my mom's asked where I came from.
when i was about 5 my parents told me that when u were in bed, and u were bad an blue alien spider would come up and bite u thenu would become an alien spider too! i was never bad because of that lol
When I was little, my parents gave me a watch as a present on one of our family vacations. It fit me perfectly, and at night it would show stars in the background of the dial, and the sun during the day. It was my very first watch, and I loved it. We traveled all over the state, making pit-stops at family's houses, and visiting the coast, all the while my watch ticked marvelously. When we finally got home after a few days, I couldn't find the watch I had grown to love and cherish. I was devastated, but learned to live with disappointment, and move on.
A few weeks later, we revisited my grandparents, and Grandma had something new and exciting to show me. She said that Grandpa had given it to her as a gift, and she pulled back her sleeve to reveal a shining ticking replica of the watch I had lost - stars and all. I was shocked. My youthful suspicions awoke. For years I was convinced that I had left my precious watch at my grandparents' house and that my cheapskate grandpa found it and gave it to my grandma as a present. How could he do such a thing to me?!
It wasn't until recently that I thought about it harder, and realized that the band wasn't even the same, and that I had probably just left it in a hotel room somewhere in our travels. I recounted the story of my hot anger and betrayal when the granparentals came to visit recently, and we all had a good laugh.
My brother tortured me by saying he was going to eat the house and he'd bite into the woodwork in the kitchen. Everyone laughed while I cried my eyes out and I could not understand why they were not worried!
i used to believe that if i lied my tounge would turn black so i used to stand in front of a mirror and lie so that it would turn when it wouldn't i thought i was not lieing properly and made up stupid lies over and over. i didn't know that lieing didn't turn your tounge black
About five years ago, my sister and I used to do everything together, we worked, lived, shopped and went out drinking together... I use to always complain of having a really dry mouth during the night and that my tounge was like sand paper.. She told me that you are always suppose to drink 4 pints of water every time you go out drinking.. Otherwize you will swallow your tounge! I only found out a few months ago, I can't believe i could be so gullibile for like..4 years..I can be such a bone head! whats funnier is that i am 22 now!
When I was younger I would talk constantly. So to shut me up my Dad told me people only have a certain amout of words in their lifetime and if I used them all up I wouldn't be able to speak when I was older.
I used to believe that if you were a tattle tale, then you would actually begin to grow a tail from behind. When I got older and figured out it wasn't true, i would tell my younger sisters the same thing. It was great because they would always look behind them.
I was a very big "story teller" when I was about 4 or 5, so my mother told me that green smoke came out of my ears everytime I lied. Soon I started telling stories while covering my ears with my hands.
When I was little, around 6 or 7, my older sister was afraid of spiders. Since I wasn't and she didn't like that I wasn't she made me scared of them by telling me that everytime you fell asleep with your mouth open or woke up with your mouth open it meant that you ate a spider. I would try to keep my mouth closed everytime I was ready to sleep and if I woke up with my mouth open I got freaked out that I had eaten a spider until I was around 10.
My brother was mean to me when i was young. We were sitting in the car while our mother was visiting someone real quick, and those little plastic reflecter things were in the road. My brother pointed to it, since it was pretty close to our car, and told me it was a bomb. I got out of that car SO fast.
This happened when i was seven. My EVIL ten-years-older-than-me brother told me that he was actually a really big three year old. His other seventeen year old friends agreed with him, so i believed him.
I suddenly got the idea that i was negative-seven years old because my parents said he was ten years older than me.
Yes, i did the math all wrong. I was only seven!
Anyway, i started freaking out because i thought that i was'nt even born yet... maybe i was a freak of nature? That made me belive a whole lot of other things that made absolutley no sense.
All because of my brother. -.-;
my aunt used to tell her children that she has a house somewhere, as big as a palace and done up like one, and whenever the children asks about it she would say that it was still in building. and they believed her and waited for the day to move into the palace.
Once, when I was little, some slightly older kids I was playing with drew a circle around me and said that if I left it cacti would grow through my feet. They proceeded to taunt me from outside.
Needless to say, I believed them and weeped and cried loudly until my mom came to my rescue to carry me out and yell at the others.
When I was about 12 I asked my mom how people got emu oil. Her response was you put your forefinger and thum on either side of the emu's leg and almost milked the emu oil out. She always said that she never lied so I believed her for a few weeks until she finally told me differently.
One day when my little brother was little my mother, aunt, and I made up a little trick. We said that he was gonna get a boobie on his forehead when he turns ten. He got even more upset when my aunt and I told him that I had an older brother(me being the oldest)that died when he got his boobie removed. He was crying for weeks. I don't think I'll ever let him live it down!
When I was in grade school, most of my enemies just happened to be kids who rode the bus to our school, so I developed this huge mistrust in them. One day I was playing out at recess with a friend of mine and pointed at something in the grass using my middle finger because my hands were full. Another kid (an older, BUS KID!) said she was going to tell on me for using the 'bad finger'. I remember being oblivous and asking what I did. She told me the middle finger was bad and I said I didn't believe her, to stop making stuff up. Haha, I was a dumb agressive kid.
When I was little, my brother used to tell me these ubsurd things about him. I normally didn't believe him. One day, my dad was watching an old James Bond movie. I asked my brother if he knew anybody that was a spy. He said that he was a spy,and that when we were away from mom and dad, he would eat me. I stayed away from him for the next week.
At my primary school, they corridors had lino on the floor with a pattern of grey squares with a few black squares dotted around at random intervals. On the way to + from assembly I would play a little game with myself, trying not to stand on the black squares. When a few of my classmates asked why I was doing this, I told them the first thing that came into my hea, ie. that the black squares were magic holes + they might open up if you stand on them, + you'd fall through to the centre of the earth.
Of course they were all terrified of falling through the holes, + some were a bit P'ed off that I hadn't told them sooner.
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