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When I was 5, I argued with a friend because I thought I never have been 3 years old
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!
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 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 used to belive that my parents could read my mind. I tried not to think about anything that my parents wouldnt approve of.
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!
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.
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.
i used to belive that i will never change..that the world will be always in my hands,that i will always have the pleasure of games...and now i'm changed...i'm in the hands of world and...i've been played many times..but i'm still that kid
i used to believe that everyone could hear my thoughts like if i was saying in my head "oh i hate that teacher" i thought she could read my mind and tell what i was saying.
i thought everyone could read my mind and i was the only one who couldn't and i was plotted on this earth as a specimen also i believed that everything i thought in my mind i was actually saying out loud in another state of being that i was ... well its really confusing .. but i thought i had some kind of disease where everything i saw was actually just my imagination and that i was in a hospital somewhere saying my thoughts out loud and being incoherent mental patient while, in my mind life was going on normally or something ... it was weird
I used to beleive that there was another world, another universe on the other side of the mirrors, but opposites. For instance, if i was sitting the mirror-me was standing, or if i was screaming, the mirror-me was dead silent. I would randomly think about this other world constantly.
I used to believe that, litterally, the entire world revolved around me. I thought that when I was not around, people would just be as still as a statue until I came into the room and for the brief moment I was around them, then life would resume, but once I left the room, they'd go still again. I believed this for the longest time. It wasn't until around 8 or 9 that I realized that not all life revolved around me!!
I thought when i was little poeple were barbie dolls and other people made us do things.
At the age of 4 I was absolutely certain I could make anything out of paper and sticky tape or glue. There was a series on television where the kids all wore jeans trousers and jackets. I loved those, but my mom wouldn't buy me jeans. So I took a a lot of paper, put them all together with sticky tape, drew trousers on it that looked exactly like a pair of jeans (I must have thought at the time...) and cut it out. So now I had the front. That had been a lot of work and I was getting tired of it, so for the back I had another solution. I cut out paper bands and taped them from one side of the trouser leg to the other, say 4 or 5 of those down both legs. Colouring them blue was too much work, I was contented with white jeans as well. I tried to put them on, but of course the paper teared and I was very disappointed. I didn't fall from my belief though... Some weeks later I very badly wanted a go-kart, and I started all over again, even making wheels out of paper or cartbox and being disappointed when the kart wasn't strong enough to carry me. The conviction still held, because somewhat later I tried to make a trapeze out of paper for my own room (I must have seen a circus show on the telly). I somehow convinced my dad to tape it to the ceiling with the sticky tape so I could swing the trapeze (piece of cake, I believed). I think my paper dream ended when this last work of art didn't stand a chance either....