kids

When I was a kid, I was pretty full of myself. I used to believe I posessed the power to open the automatic doors in supermarkets. Of course, only I knew the "right way" to do it.

Also, I believed I was some sort of being from another world, and because I had these magic abilities, people were out to get me to do scientific research.

I used to get two of my younger friends to believe this theory as well.. and whenever we saw somebody drive by on the road slowly, or a plane fly in the sky, I would yell to them, "RUN! IT'S THEM! THEY'VE COME FOR ME! HIDE ME!".

Sometimes I went along with these stories so much, I believed them to be true myself! XD

When I was around 2 to 3 years old, I tried to pull off one of my Barbie's heads. My grandma told me that if I did that, I would let lose all the bugs that lived inside the doll.

Needless to say, I never tried that to do that again..

When I was a girl, I belived that my dolls were alive, but they never moved during the day. Instead, they would wait for night and after it was dark, they would go wandering around the house until dawn when they would return to wherever they had last been set down. That's why as a child, I used to set my stuffed animals on the floor and make sure they were dressed for the weather. I belived that if I didn't, they would be angry and would hurt me while I slept.

I used to believe my stuffed animals were alive and could talk at night, so I was very careful never to hurt their feelings or hurt them by dropping them. However, my baby dolls and Barbie dolls were toys - they were not alive.

I use to believe that the fur on my teady bear grew! So I would give it a trim. Maybe I was just cutting it shorter each time?

I used to believe that all my stuffed animals would come to life at night.

I used to believe that my doll Kimberly was real and if I listened carefully, that I'd hear her speak!

I used to believe that after I cut my stuffed animals hair that it really grew back!

when my teacher told me the only things that i could put in my ear was my elbow.
i used to believe that i could put my elbow into my ear......i tried it some years later and it did not work.......damn

I used fantasize more than believe that taking my Girlsworld (makeup head)to bed was a substitute for James Bond, many along nights i spent kissing Roger Moore... I must be twisted a six year old kissing a 50+, isn't there a name for that???

I used to believe that if I cut my dolls hair it would grow back just like mine did after a haircut.

I've always loved drawing, mostly people or faces. But when I was little, I believed every single doodle you did was somehow transported to a different dimension to live forever – and I do mean live, as in walk, talk, think and feel – in the World of Drawings. So whenever I drew something ugly I’d be consumed with guilt. I thought I was responsible for condemning this defective drawing to an eternal life of mockery and misery. Boy, did I use rubbers back then.

When I was about six years old my sister (who was 11) and I had to do the dishes together.
My sister used to get mad because she always ended up doing more work than me...
So one night she came to me with a "Family Secret". She said "Do you know why mom never
makes you clean up as much as me?" "No, why" I said. "Oh never mind I can't tell you, becuase
you'll tell mom that I told you and I'll get in big trouble!" she continued. "No I won't, I promise!" I whined.
"O.k., she said "But you have to PROMISE not to tell!!"she coaxed "I won't I promise"I replied.
She took me out onto the back porch where we could be sure no one would hear, and she said "You were
adopted, you're really 25 years old, your just a midget. Mom feels bad for you and that's why I
have to do all the chores."
I was mortified! Being 6 years old none of the obvious questions came to mind...
Like why don't i remember the first 20 years of my life!! :D I kept my composure for what seemed to be
an eternity but by the end of the night I was crying to my mother asking her why she never told
me I was really 25. After my mother finished laughing she was Irate to say the least!

When I was a child, for quite some time I believed that there had been an enourmous disaster in the world in which everyone had been killed, I thought that I was the last human boy left and that all the other people were robots that had been created so that I would grow up in a natural environment to perpetuate the human race. (I was certain that there was one last real girl left somewhere as well) I used to sit my mother down, look her straight in the eyes and tell her, 'I know what you are, you can stop pretending. I worked it out.' Needless to say she told me it was all rubbish. Or was she just pretending... ;)

I used to believe that if a doll projected shadow it was because the doll had live of its own

My older brother used to think that when he played Mario Bros., a man actually had to run around when he hit the buttons so he'd stop every half hour and let Mario have a break.