kids

My brother use to tell me that my parents bought me at the blue light special at K Mart. I didn't like going to K Mart cause I always thought my mom was going to return me.

Do you remember how Yogi Bear would say "Smarter than the average bear"? I used to think that there was some bear out there that was called "the average bear" that Yogi was smarter than. I always wondered why they never showed him on the show

Until I was six I used to believe that presents from friends and relatives appeared by magic before the giver's eyes, as well as that friends and relatives had super x-ray vision.

I used to believe my stuffed animals would wake up the same moment that I fell asleep and that they went out doing things at night while I was sleeping.
When I saw them lying on the floor in front of my bed in the morning, I was sure they just hadn't made it back in time before I woke up.

When I was small I used to worry about getting addicted to drugs and being a bad kid. I thought that "bad drugs" included ibuprofen.

When I was little I was obsessed with dinosaurs. I used to believe that all humans were the dream of a dinosaur and basically each person had a dinosaur counterpart. I thought whenever the humans was a awake, their dinosaur was sleeping and visa verse.

After watching a cartoon, I thought that shoes were alive and I was hurting mine when I walked in them. For a few days I walked with a portion of my feet tipped off the ground. I stopped when I decided their faces were on the top of the shoe, not the bottom.

When I was young, I used to believe that if I went into buildings with extremely tall ceilings I would float to the top. Not sure why I believed it, but I refused to go into big buildings until I was at least 8.

When I was little I somehow got it in my head that when you were riding in a car and it was storming and dark out - that if you let your feet touch or try to touch the floorboard and evil skunk would come up from the floorboards and bite your toes off.

When I was little I somehow got it in my head that beige was THE most awesome color in the history of ever. I thought beige was clear, like glass with little flecks of other colors in it. I suppose a bit like a glass kaleidoscope, or rainbow sprinkles on a white icing cupcake. I would envision my bedroom ceiling being this "beige" and I'd be able to see the stars through it and in the daytime the sun would make all the colored flecks reflect on different parts of my room.
I never did get my "beige" ceiling.

I still think my version of beige is better.

My dad was dating an American woman who would come and visit us every now and then (we live in Chile). I once asked him "Where is she going to sleep"
"In my bed" he replied.
"Where are you going to sleep"
"In the couch" he obviously lied...
"And what are you going to do after we (my sisters and me) are gone?"
"Chat and probably go out to dinner"
Concerned about this I went back into my room and searched for my Jumanji board game. I handed it over to my dad and said "Here, you can have it so you wont get bored"

I was sure that when it was raining, it wasn't just water falling, also with the water there were worms falling, because when the rain stopped it was very normal to see wet soil and many worms on the ground. That's why I always believed if you open your mouth to taste the rain....not only water you will get¡ of course I never did it.

As I child, I was taken to the beach pretty much every summer. I used to believe that on the horizon was a man with a huge pump who generated the waves which hit me as I swam. Sometimes, when the waves annoyed me, I'd shout to the horizon on the top of my voice saying 'STOP IT, YOU'RE NOT FUNNY'.

I did get a few odd looks by passers by.

My sisters convinced me that the dog in their Barbie collection, an Afghan hound, had hair that would turn to wood if I got it wet. I thought I wasn't doing it right.

I used to believe that stuffed animals had cameras in their eyes and thats how the toy companies knew what kids wanted in toys. which is why they always came out with better toys the following year.

I used to believe (and kinda still do) that your toys came alive at night. Because I thought this, I would never be mean to my toys or intentionally hurt them. If I ever dropped one I would stop, stroke it and kiss it and apologize for being careless. I thought that if I didn't do this, when the toys came alive at night they would hurt or kill you in your sleep.