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When my sister and I were little I told her that everything was made of newspaper. She believed it for about two years.
My mum used to tell me that there was a a camera on the ceiling fan, and if I lied, she could check the tapes and see. This worked until I was eight. My mother accused me of lying about something I didn't do. She 'checked the tapes' and said that she saw me doing it. When she found out I was innocent, she could never use the tapes again.
when i was growing up, my older brothers used to tell me that if i ever broke something of my dad's that he would trade me in for a new kid and that was how i got there(because of the last kid breakin something). i was so scared, but i eventually learned the truth.
When I was little, my mom would always use the phrase "Your Dad Is Going To Have Your Head!" when ever my brothers and I got in trouble. I use to believe her and would imagine our heads hanging on the wall like trophies from a hunt.
My sister Marti (4 years older than I) used to take small toys from me during car rides and put them under her lap. She said that they went to "Cabbage Patch Land" and that she couldn't get them back nor would I ever see them again. I suspect that she threw them away everytime because I never saw them thereafter. We are now 21 and 17.
When I was a preschooler, my mother would always know when I was telling a lie because I would have one hand held up to my forehead. You see, she had told me that whenever I fibbed a big red dot would appear there. So, being a rather precocious child I would try and hide the proof!
We were visiting my grandmother ( I must have been 6) and on the way into the house I found a puddle in her driveway that was filled with all these colorful oil swirls. I proceeded to swirl them around even more with my finger. I went in the house and washed my hands at my mother's insistence. As I was drying them off, My sister who was 2 years older came up behind me shaking her head but looking like it was a lost cause. You shouldn't have done that. You can't mix oil and water. Now your hand is going to catch on fire. So I waited in terror for the next couple of hours, watching and waiting for my hand to burst into flames!
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.
When I was about 4 my mum told me that when I lied a black spot apppeared on my tounge. Not only did I believe this untill I was about ten I also used to sit in front of the mirror telling lies to try and see it!
When I was little and I did anything bad, my mom or dad would tell me that I better not do it again or "the man" would get me. I was terrified of "the man" even though I had never seen him or knew what he looked like!
But one day I was in the video store with my mom and I was complaining about something or other so she said "You better stop or the man's going to come and take you away!" And at the exact moment she said that, a really tall man in a black coat and hat looked right at me. Holy crap, was I scared! I stopped complaining, but afterwards I refused to go in that video store for years!
i used to believe that we were all just little dolls and the world was a play house and there were giant people up in the sky playing with us like little girls play with barbie dolls.
i was stupid
i used to believe that when my parents played the nose game in the car, they would actually take my nose. so one time my daddy took my nose and pretended to throw it out the window. i cried and cried and cried so much that we had to turn around and go "get" my nose.
When I was about six my older sister insisted on myself and a neighbour performing her very own "cycling proficiency" test around the streets. She convinced us that she had completed this practically impossible test when she was 5, and now we had to do it, it took weeks and we still never manged to hop over a wall on our bikes or stand on the sadle but were convinced she had!
grrrrr....
When I was five or six....I LOVED ice cream. Ice cream was something that was given to me as a "reward", etc. SO..I remember one time, waking up in the morning, and I just happen to look in the trash can, seeing two blizzard cups from Dairy Queen....OMG!!! I wondered who had enjoyed ice cream without me! I said nothing about this incident, until the next time it happened...I asked my mother and father, and they told me that while I was sleeping, the Dairy Queen workers would go around doing "door to door" deliveries. They apparently used to come like at 9pm or so....and my bedtime was 8pm, so I was left out because I was asleep. SO....for many years, this was told to me when my parents ate ice cream after I was in bed, and it turned out this was just some sick attempt at putting a little girl that REALLY liked ice cream off. Actually now, I think it is hillarious- the fact that you can tell little children this crap and they believe it......HA HA.
when I was little my dad had a bad habit of telling me and my brother lies.. I remember he would tell us that if we drinked Pespi before we went to sleep at night we would have nightmares" and he use to tell me that if I ate beans it would make hair grow on my chest"!! I was like "DAD I DONT WANT HAIR ON MY CHEST"!!!!! Ohh what great memories.. :)
When I was a child my dad was in the Navy. He used to tell me stories when he was home about life at sea. He said he loved standing on the deck as the sun was going down at the end of the day. He told me that just as the last of the sun was disappearing beneath the horizon, at the very last second, there would be a BIG BLUE FLASH before the darkness of night. I hung on his every word and truly believed this. I related this wondrous "fact" to others throughout my life until one day, when I was about 22(!) he overheard me and laughed, and said, "You didn't believe me, did you?" This is one of many stories . . . .
when i was younger my sister used to tell me that she could meet people in the clouds and as i believed her i used to tell her to pass my messeges to them.
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!
My family all got together to watch Finding Nemo on dvd one night. My uncle and dad were talking about the voice of Dori being Ellen DeGeneris. They were talking about how she came out of the closet. But my little sister thought that Ellen lived in a closet. My uncle didn't help matter by telling her that yes Ellen lived in a closet and used a coffee can as a bathroom. SHe relayed all of her new found information to me and I set her staight on what coming out of the closet means. But everyn night I would go into her room to tell her goodnight. I would say " Goodnight Kerry" then open the closet door and say " Goodnight Ellen"
When I was little my grandfather was telling me one of those naughty nursery rhymes. "Mary had a little lamb...she tied him to the heater..and every time he turned around he burned his little..." Then my grandmother said, "Kenny, you can't tell that child that." So my grandfather said "eyeball". They all laughed. I laughed too. I actually told this joke to people all the way past highschool until one day it just dawned on me that it wasn't "eyeball" it was "peter". I remember a feeling eureka when I realized why people never laughed like my family did when they heard the rhyme.
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