I used to believe when I was a child that little, transparent people really exist and they live between us, but only a few people can see them. One of my friends told me that she can see them and their home is in an old tree in the park where we used to play. One day she gave me an empty bottle and she said that one of these little people is in that. So I have to give him food and drink every day, talk to him and then, maybe one day he shows himself to me. But it never happened...
A childhood belief about imaginary friends
others believed things like this
- I used to belive that there were tiny people in vending machines that gave you your food.— Meah
- I used to believe that the people who got shot in TV shows where people who wanted to die.Anon
- I used to believe that black people were white people dipped in Chocolate. That's what my dad told me...— Steve
- my mum told me that the 'public' park was closing so she could go home— xx-lotty-pop-xx
- I used to believe that a bank was a place where they give out money to peopleAnon
- that people in shops gave you 'change' if you didn't quite have enough money to pay.— suzy