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when i was little my mom told me if i lied about something my tounge would turn black. so i asked my sister to ask me a question and i would lie to her(then i would quickly ask her if my tounge was black) and stuck my tough out. then i went to my mom and she would ask me a question and i would stick it ou tand she would raise her voive and say'' brittany why are you lying to me''' i told her i wasnt and she told me only grown ups can see that your toung is black
My sister used to tell me that whenever i tell a lie my nose would grow long like that of Pinnochio.So every time I was upto any mischief, I would check whether my nose has grown long. Now Iam past that stage and we still laugh over it!
I used to belive that if you didn't keep a promise you would have bad luck for the rest of your life
When I was about seven years old, my cousin convinced me that my "real" cousin and her best friend had been abducted by aliens when they were younger...and she said that she was my cousin's "alien" replacement... It took me a few years to figure out that she was lying to me!!
My brother believed that my mother had ESP, and could tell when he was lying, but only when she touched him. So he always tried to avoid being touched when he lied about something.
Of course, I knew that he was just such a *bad* liar, that anyone would have known just by looking at him! No special skills required...
When I was about five, I was told by another boy that if you ate a banana whole, without having to bite it into pieces, that you wuld turn into Bananaman from The Dandy! Quite a dangerous little fib come to think of it...
My best friend in fourth grade was really mean to me. One night, I was sleeping over at her house and she was telling me about how much she hates her parents and her siblings. I made her believe that her whole family was robots and that my fourth grade teacher(we both had different teachers in school) was the person behind it all. He would come into their house while everyone is sleeping and take her parents and her siblings and then replace them with robots. The "real" people were then taken hostage in my teacher's basement. She believed me for a long time. Then she would start to cry and tell me that she miss her parents and her siblings and she want them back. I would tell her that I will talk my teacher into letting them come back.
When I was little, maybe 6, I really really really wanted a puppy. So my devious older brother (9 at the time) told me if I ran around the neighborhood naked screaming "LOOK AT ME!" I could get anything I wanted. So guess what I did? Yup- you guessed it. Ran around our coldesac screaming "LOOK AT ME!" Buck naked. I believed that till i was 7. Then, I was totally embarrased. Still get teased about it. Not pleasant.
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.
When I was about 4 my mother told me the white spots under my fingernails meant I had told I lie. I didn't recall ever telling a lie so I figured that my perception of a what a lie was must be off, and could not figure out what a lie was for several years.
When I was about 5 my Mom told me that that when children did something naughty it was written on their forehead and only mothers could see it. So when I got in trouble I would place my hand over my forehead and say "It wasn't me!"
when i was in 4-5 grade i used to believe that if i acted like the older boy i liked was in the vents people would believe me. so i would sit there shaking my head yes or no and mouthing words to the vent. im pretty sure they just thought i was crazy now haha
When I was little my dad had this bag and it had needles and other assorted sharp objects in it so to keep me from sticking my little three year old hand in it he told me that it was filled with baby alligators. It took my mom nearly an hour to calm me down. I still can't go anywhere near a bag that has Taz on it without wanting to cry. It's sad, actually...
I believed that if you lied that your nose would really grow like Pinnochios, so everytime I would lie I would hold my nose in to keep it from growing, so my mom pretty much knew everytime I told a lie.
I once convinced my brother that I was an alien that had come to take him back to my home planet as a lab creature. I had him convinced for quite a long time that I had a zipper in the back of my head, so convinced that he tried to find it more than once!
When my friend Liz and I were in second or third grade, I thought it would be really slick to trick the neighbor boy into thinking Liz's name was really Zelda. He fell for it, and we felt so cool, almost like spies. Sometimes I would slip up and call her "Liz" in front of my neighbor, but I covered it up by saying I was confusing "Zelda" with her twin sister, Liz.
When I was a child, I hated to complete my homework. So, my mother used to tell me that my teacher is watching me with a binocular and I used to believe it and do my homeworks. This happened even when we were out of town, she used the same belief of mine to force me to study.
When my younger brother and I were kids, my older brother would tell us he had to check our candy and soda for poison so he would drink half of our sodas and eat most of our candies, then tell us they were all okay to eat.
In first grade, someone told me never to put the top a wire coat hanger in my mouth cause it was radioactive and would kill me. I believed it for years.
When I would get a canker sore (a small painful ulcer in the mouth) as a child, my mom would tell that I got them because I told a lie. I would always go back and try to figure out what I lied about. Whenever I get a canker sore now, I think about what my mom always told me and smile!
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