kids

At a family reunion, we had a nice little place to stay with a hottub. So my cousins and I are in the hottub and we have the heat pretty low since it's hot outside. And our youngest cousin decides he would like to hold his breath underwater, but since none of us are wearing watches (naturally, we ARE in a hottub), we'll have to count for him. So we say sure, okay. Our cousin goes under the water. Stays down there for a good 30 seconds or more. When he comes back up and asks, 'How long was I under for?', my second oldest cousin says, "1 Second."

He was stunned and argued that no it was NOT just one second! So we convinced him that time passes differently underwater. What seems like a long time to him while he's underwater is only a few seconds to us above the water.

To this he sat still for a while, then said, "Okay." And tried again.

i used to believe that i could turn into a cat..like animorphs but one day my brother was like'hey!your turning into a cat!' and i believed him so i walked around for an hour...like a cat!

When I was barely able to communicate (probably about 3), my sister convinced me that if I ate one of my mom's houseplants I would turn into a koala. Nothing happened. Which I guess is good, since I didn't die or get poisoned. Not too many days or weeks (or maybe months since I didn't have much notion of time back then), she convinced me that if I ate wood I'd a beaver. We still have furniture with gnaw marks.

I used to believe that our life was one big dream, and that the moment we died, we would jolt upright, wake up and it would turn out that we were in fact aliens on another planet.

Dont worry, I've always been a warped kid!

My mom and I discovered a melted crayon in the basement once, and that's when I learned crayons were made of wax. I spent the next three years trying to figure out why candles didn't work the same way.

I used to believe that little people ruled the world. I thought that they controlled everything from the streetlights to my brain. I am going to write a story about it so i dont want anyone stealing my ideas...so i cant tell you. sorry

I had a crush on this girl once and it was only when I first saw her home, that I realized that other people actually exist on the planet besides myself; I thought that once I could no longer see them, they just waited until I came back into their life and would continue until I left again.

I used to believe that toy cars were called "Hot Wheels" because the tires were actually hot to the touch. I was disappointed when I got a Hot Wheels in a fast food kid's meal and the tires were actually room-temperature.

I used to believe that my life was a video game. Specifically, a Game Boy game. I was the character that some being was playing as, completely controlling my every move. When I slept, my player had turned off his Game Boy, and when I would die, his Game Boy had broke. Everyone in the world was controlled in the exact same way. Oddly enough, one of my friends thought the exact same thing.

I believed the BIONIC WOMAN was real - I was so bad my dad took me to Universal Studio's to prove to me that bionics were not real!! Well, we get there and they have a black van on display for anyone to lift (the doors are welded shut- no access inside) I go & lift it and OH MY GOD !!! I told my dad he could leave & I thanked him for bringing me to my real home- Jaime would be there shortly to retrieve me - My dad was begging the curators of US to please open the van & display the counter weights- they couldn't it was welded shut! So I dismiss my dad - thanks & all but go on back to Utah because I am home now! I was 6 or 7!

after i watched toy story a couple of times, i thought that my toys came alive when i left the room; so, whenever i left my room, i would open the door a crack and look in there. i didn't see crap. i thought the toys were really smart and knew i was there.

i wanted to paint one day
so when my mom was on
the phone i put a bunch of
crayons into a glass and
microwaved them

the glass cup shattered
and the crayons melted like
crayons would
my mom was mad
and i still didnt get to paint

My sister and I shared a room and bed for most of my childhood. She was always scaring me by hiding under the bed. But, the worst was when she would tell me that a cow was looking in the window. I was absolutely terrified of this "cow" and would never look outside. I would make sure the curtains were tucked tightly around the window with no gaps. I would run outside in the morning to see if a cow had left any traces, but I, of course, never found any. I still don't like to look out of windows at night.

I used to believe…

heh, when i was 3/4, i had a (not-so-serious) hearing problem. I found it fairly muffled when anyone talked normally so i kept asking them to speak up.

I had Grommets put in because the tunnel of the ear had collapsed very slightly, deafening me a bit.

The night after having the grommets put in (i was 5 at the time) i had folded my ear just before i went to sleep. I swore that i could hear garden gnomes climbing up the stairs to turn me into a gnome.

I had this idea for a very long time (up until I was 7). In this time every P.E. lesson I had, I would practice standing as still as possible, acting like a garden gnome.

I was a huge lover of Cinderella when I was little. I was so obsessed with it that I was convinced that I was Cinderella in a past life (since we're both blonde). Soon, I seriously believed I was a princess, and I didn't do things I didn't want to because I was a princess for God's sake! I also only answered to the name Cinderella. My mom thought I was playing, but I was dead serious! This phase lasted for a few months!

When I was little (about 2 or 3) I used to sleep in my mum's bed with her sometimes. She had these curtains in different shades of beige and brown and when the sun shone through them in the morning it used to make me think of snakes, and for some reason I thought I was going to be made to eat the 'snake-curtains' and it would always make me feel incredibly sick. My mum would wake to see me sat, staring at the curtains and retching loudly. I was an odd child.