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my friends older than me who had a pond in there back garden said that when they step into it it turns to chocolate world or anything they wanted and i believed it for years.
One day my friend Amy came to school and told me about the new skyscraper her parents had gotten her. I was extremely jealous and wondered why I didn't have a small rocket to fly around in.
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.
We had cats when I was a kid, but until we found the 'right one', we had a few that didn't quite work out. These animals were all strays that we'd taken in that for one reason or another, failed to earn the right to stay with us.
My dad would tell us that he was taking these hapless pets to 'the farm', which was a happy place where all kinds of animals ran free and played with each other in the country.
I believed in this place for years. It wasn't until I was in my teens that I figured out that 'the farm' was actually a random 'nice neighbourhood', that seemed to have a lot of kids living in it in the city where my father worked.
My dad always told us that he fought in WW2 (which was odd because we're Canadian), but it was extra hard to believe because my dad wasn't even born until 1946!
I used to believe(up until 11 years old) that when I cried and was really sad - every person in the world was also sad!
I used to believe woman got preganant by looking at a cabbage.
JOrge - BRazil
As a kid, I assumed that adults always told the truth. I thought lying was strictly a kid thing you eventually got too old to do anymore. I see now that this is not neccessarily correct.
i used 2 beleive, like everyone, that if you lied enough, you would grow a tail. my older brother kept reminding me, and eventually i thought i actually grew one!!! then my mom told me the truth.
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.
I use to believe that if you told a story/lie you would get a bump on your tongue.
Not all erroneous beliefs can be attributed to the ignorance of youth. When I was in college we convinced a good friend that you could save on shampoo costs if you froze it and then sliced off a thin portion when you needed it. We found her shampoo in the freezer the next day. Don't worry, she went on to get her Ph.D. in biochemistry.
On my 8th birthday after picking me up from school i was all excited because i knew i was getting a bike....however my dad turned round me to me and told me that he was very sorry but my dog lassie and my new bike were gone because lassie had jumped on da bike and cycled it down the road! I promptly burst into tears and could not be consoled by anyone except my Grandad who had bought me the bike!!!
i used to live across the road from a girl who was 6 years older than me,
and who filled my world with lies. Apple trees grew in your tummy if you ate pips,
chewing gum would wrap round your heart if you swallowed it and bees
would come back to life if you wraped them in foil. Also if you died in your dream
you would die in real life. I have died in my dreams a couple of times now,
but who knows if i have really woken up.
My mother once told me those little sore bumps you get on your tongue were from telling lies. I use to rack my brain trying to remember what I lied about!
When I was younger I use to believe anything my older brother said to me. He use to tell me that the fire work "Chasers/whistlers" would actually follow me around to hurt me. I use to be scared and try to hide but he said they would find me anyways and pop right where I was at.
When my friend was a little girl, her sisters told her that the UPS guy came to the houses to retrieve little girls so they could keep them as pets in the back of their trucks. Whenever she saw a UPS guy drive up she would start bawling!
In second grade I convinced my best friend that I was a witch. I told her that our mean teacher Mr. Baumgarten was the evil troll king in disguise, and that one day i would defeat him with my dog Lacey (who was really a magical talking unicorn in disguise). my friend asked me if she could help me defeat my teacher, and I dubbed her as my sidekick. For years I made up stories (like my neighbor was the evil black dragon, and my grandmother was a fairy) and we would dart around the neighborhood, loooking for mythical creatures, and me pretending I was awitch. She believed me until (get this) SEVENTH GRADE! Her face turned completly white went i told her. Now as seniors we still laugh hysteriucally when one of us brings it up.
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.
I always believed that my dad went to school with Billy Bunter. I think my brother believed it too!
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