kids

When I was like five, Iwent to bed everynight with a stuffed animal. And every morning, sure enough, it would end up on the floor. I didn't know how to explain it so... I believed that a mean three foot tall rabbit would hop through my second story window, pick up my "buddy" and throw it on the floor. It would laugh evily as it walked on out my door. Needless to say, the nights I would wake up with the stuffed animal still clutched in my arms were my favorite, no visit from the evil bunny.

When I was little, I thought you were allowed to have only one toy in any given category at any time. So, when I was given a new doll for Christmas when I was five years old, I thought this meant I could no longer have my old one.

So I set my old doll on the floor and jumped up and down on its head, so it would be destroyed and I could start fresh with my new doll.

I can remember feeling terribly that I "had" to destroy the old one. But somwhere I got the notion that this was necessary.

Years later, I found out that the old doll I had destroyed had belonged to my mom when she was a child. Boy, did I feel awful.

i used to belive that the whole world apart from where you are didn't exsist and you and whoever was in the room were the only people who exsited

When I was 5 or so, I used to believe that if I broke my crayons in half I'd have twice as many crayons. The fact that they were shorter was no deterrent; I had small hands anyway.

I used to think that the Malibu Barbie would get a tan when you put her in the sun. I was really disappointed when I saw she was already brown when you bought her.

My twin brother and I never had what you would call "imaginary friends." But what we did do, on a regular basis, was to take turns pretending to BE characters that we had invented. There were probably about 12- 14 different specific characters. They also ranged in age, gender, build, even race. Some of them were so outrageous that we've always been too embarrased to tell ANYONE about this! This isn't at all like multiple personality disorder, in that we were always aware that we were pretending. We've done this ever since we were able to interact, and at the present age of 49, we still occasionally do it for our enjoyment. I still believe, to this day, that we are to only two people to ever do this to the extent that we do!

I clearly remember believing as a small child that if I tried hard enough, I could squeze into my little toy jet and fly around the room. Sadly, it never did work.

I used to believe that colors had gender and I would spend immense amounts of time playing with my box of 64 crayons sorting them by gender or playing with them as I would dolls. Reds, pinks, yellows, and oranges were girls. Blues, greens, purples, black, browns, and grays were boys. I had trouble placing colors like yellow-green which seemed to be part male and part female or colors like lilac which was definitley a type of purple (boy) but a very girly shade of purple. I never did figure out what category white fit in.

My sister told me that I was born as a gorilla but changed into a little girl through the miracle of modern plastic surgery. She also told me not to feel bad, as there were several other 'conversions' in our neighborhood which she pointed out to me.

Up until I was about twelve, I had a rather peculiar form of identity crises. I was and am obsessed with reading, and eventually came up with the idea that I *was* this or that character. In the fourth grade, I was very much into the Lord of the Rings.(Yes, I know I was/am a geek) I had convinced myself that I was Arwen, and there was just a lot of complications about why I...um...wasn't Arwen. I was very pleased with this arrangement, but it was all shaken when I read Harry Potter. Then, I became confused as to whether I was Voldemort's long-lost daughter or Arwen-With-A-Head-Injury. I eventually settled on Voldemort's daughter, and was in a great state or distress when I failed to receive my Hogwarts letter. Crying, and much of it.

But I'm okay now. Now I know that I'm actually a vampire, and I'm old enough that the sun doesn't hurt me. ;D

I used to believe that my family were all millionaires but my two brothers, my sister and myself were being brought up in an ordinary household so we could be taught the real value of money and did not grow up spoilt. I remember thinking that my mother would tell us all when we turned eighteen. I must have believed this until I was at least twelve because I was sure that my brother and sister, who are both over six years older than me, already knew and were keeping the family secret from me.

When I was very young, around 3-6, I used to believe I, my soul, would never die -- that it was impossible to die. I believed if my body died, I would get to be me in someone else's body.

I saw the Truman Show when I was young...changed my life. I was never really the same after I found out that I was being videotaped every second of my life. I'm still not too sure that I'm not the main character of the {insert name here} Show....*looks about furtively* But really, it scarred me for life!

My mum used to tell me that when i was naughty it was because the invisible naughty worm was inside me, so whenever we were going out somewhere i would have to squeeze the worm out of the top of my head and hide it behind a photo of myself. Because i used to believe everything my mum said i thought it was the naughty worm misbehaving not me!

When I was younger, my mum told me that if I did anything bad (like stay up late) my toy giraffe Ned would tell her. So every night I threw about three sheets over his head.
Now I realise I was so wrong, I should have threw him in the fire, then he couldn't see!!

I was a great one for giving feelings and emotions to imanimate objects, and I still do!! You know those little rubber finger puppet things with big eyes and wiggly arms? Me and my sister would sit for ages in shops picking out all the ones with one arm, or some other disfigurement, because we thought nobody else would want them and we felt so sorry for them! We kept them in egg cartons and I ended up with over 200 "Wigglies" as we called them! To this day I well up at abandoned cars, unwanted toys at jumble sales, bald/crooked Christmas trees, and anything like that!!