kids

I assume this belief came after reading a book or watching a movie, or maybe my sisters told me.
Anyways.
In my "past life," I had been kidnapped from my family at the age of twelve (The perfect age, as far as I was concerned. I think I was convinced it happened on my 12th birthday, actually.) by a secret facility that the government knew nothing about. There, they completely wiped my mind of personal memories, like my name, thoughts of my friends and family, and such, while retaining basic information like the names of colors, fundamental brain-functioning activity, what "trees," "rocks," and "gravity" were. Then, they put me into a sort of coma that allowed me to have dreams. They manipulated my dreams into teaching me all I needed to become an expert assassin while making sure I had no sense that *I* actually existed, as a person. Then, they woke me up, and after making sure I remembered what I had learned and could apply it in the real world, I was sent out on various missions, usually not to kill people, but to steal random objects or money. This, I assumed, lasted for roughly a year. Then, I realized, some how, that *I* actually existed. A single faint memory of something or someone wasn't completely removed. I escaped, on the run for roughly 3/4 of a year, 9 months. Then, they finally captured me, but fearing that I couldn't be trusted to be loyal to "The Agency," I would no longer be a part of their project. They couldn't simply kill me, because I had had contact with the outside world and a federal search would run the risk of revealing their project. This confusion lasted 3 months, to make another year. They then decided to completely wipe my memory of all my training, and, for some reason, decided to shrink me back down to a small child. Something went wrong, and I kept my intelligence capacity, although it was, for the most part, completely empty. This was all a complicated explanation as to why I was smarter than the rest of my class, and as to why I had a fascination with nooses.
Now that I think about it, it was definitely from some sort of book, don't you think?

I used to believe that when I went to bed at night, the next day couldn't physically start, so I got really scared every time I went to bed and couldn't sleep, because I thought that it would have to stay nighttime forever...

I use to believe that if I cut off my dolls' hair, it would grow back. I also use to believe that my toy animals came to life when i left the house so I use to tape them down.

When I was little, I always believed that my stuffed animals were alive. They would talk to each other and play together, but only when no one else was in the room. I spent a lot of nights sleeping on the couch in the living room so they could have some fun together.

Also, whenever I dropped them I'd apologize for hurting them and kiss their boo-boos. I'd talk to them to, even though (I thought) they weren't aloud to talk back.

When I was little we had a hot tub that had a light blue light that covered the whole bottom of the tub. I used to believe that if i stood on it i would fall down a light blue water slide and end up in the ocean forever. I was so scared that i would try to swim over it to get to the other side.

I used to think that if you had a notebook with a charecter on the front, you had to write about that charecter. (like if you had a winnie the pooh notebook, you had to write about winnie the pooh.)

i used to believe that most other people (outside my immediate family) were actually robots.

Some kids played with dolls, some kids played with action figures; I played with balloons. Whenever I'd get a balloon, I would name it "Mr. Balloony" and carry it around and talk to it like most kids would to a stuffed animal. Upon reflection, this may explain why to this day I have a fear of balloons popping.

I still believe that i have super powers. Not like the ones you would see on cartoons though. It is called rainbow power. Rainbows shoot out of my hands.

Growing up my mom used to pack me a bagged lunch and she would always make sure to give me a napkin. I used to believe that every time I threw out one of the napkins, my mom would love me a little less. So at the end of the school years I always had pockets full of unused napkins.

I used to believe that everyone on earth was just really dolls for giants to play with.

I used to believe that every time I got out of bed at night, my toys would be alive and they would find me awake and try to come and eat my toes and fingers.

When I was little I used to believe i had a super power because i could think mean thoughts about people.

When I was little, my dad told me that he had super powers and could see through walls. Wanting to be as cool as him, I thought that I had also developed the super powers, and I would stand in one room of my house and squint at the wall, listing everything that was in the next room.

When I was about 7, my family (including my aunt and cousins) were planning our first trip to Disneyland.
My Mum and Aunt thought it would be a good idea to have the kids contribute to their own spending money as a responsibility exercise.

We went around a circle giving our ideas. Some ideas where bake sales and car washes, but when it came to my turn, I said very matter-of-factly: "We can save the world, you know!"

I honestly believed we simply had to save the world - then they would let us into Disneyland for free, thus letting us have any toy we wanted.

i used ti believe when i blinked everyone turned into ninjas.