kids: i'm different

I live in the South of England, but when I was quite young I saw a sign for a bank, The Bank Of Scotland. For a long time I was convinced that I actually lived in Scotland, and the whole of the world was conspiring against me to make me think I lived in England, although I could never figure out why they would choose me, and why a big important bank would not bother to change their sign!

I got it into my mind when I was about 7-8 that all grown ups could read my thoughts, I think it started with my dad always knowing whne I was pretending to sleep, this esculated into me trying not to think about anything naughty I´d been up to in fear of my parents finding out.

My FRIEND thought he was a wizard and going to Hogwarts a few years ago...FRIEND

A while ago, I believed that my thougths were displayed outloud, and things I pictured were projected above my head. I felt guilty about thinking during church services and during moments of silence because I thought that people could hear me. I soon tried everything to not think mean things!

i used to belive that everyone could read my mind but i couldnt read theres, whenever i caught myself thinking somthing bad i would try to clear my mind.... weird hu? it waz kinda creepy to

i swear on all that's holy, until i was around 13 or so, i used to believe that really truly one day a dragon would just burst out of the sky, lift me up, and carry me off to the world i was *really* supposed to be living in.

Up until I was 7 or so I believed that I was really a princess. I believed that my family was in exile or something. No one ever said anything to support this bizarre belief... I just have an over active imagination!

I found a copy of "Kidnapped" by Robert LOuis Stevenson in my parents book cupboard and for ages thought I had been kidnapped by my parents.....not realising that the book was a work of fiction rather than a manual on how to steal children.

When i was a kid (3-4 years old) i had this orange piece of cloth that my mom gave me and i wore it around my back and i believed it was my cape and i had superpowers.

I used to believe when I was little that I was the only person that could talk to the wind. I would go into a little corner outside and make whispering noises at the sky...All the other kids believed me!

I used to belive that everyone else could read my mind but i couldn't read theirs'. I was very creeped out by this, and so whenever i found myself thinking mean things around someone i would attempt to clear my mind. Crazy, huh?

I used to believe…

wen i was little (scratch that maybe i wasnt quite so little - maybe 12) i used to believe that everyone in the world knew something really huge and inmportant that i didnt know. i felt so paranoid and angry that none of my friends had decided to tell me. i went around for ages eavesdropping on people to see if theyd accidentally mention it in my prescence.

Believe or not, but once in elementary school, the theory came to my mind about that I am in fact just member of group of the caveman fighting day by day with Ice Age, and all I've remembered throughout whole life was just dream, and I afraided that I can suddenly wake up and realize that whole XX century world (and whole world up from Ice Age) was just my dream which I would explain then to the rest of cavemans, and they would consider my as crazy by their ugha-bugha....

when i was younger, i was CONVINCED that i had a twin sister who went with me everywhere. i always talked to my older brother about this, and one day he "told on me" & told my mom that i was lying about having a twin sister. when she asked me what her name was, i said Bridget. its funny how that became my confirmation name back in 8th grade..

When I was 7 my older brother and sister told me my parents found me in a garbage can and adopted me because they felt bad. I asked my mom, and unfortuntely she agreed. It wasn't until I was about 11 that my mom told me it was just a joke.

I'm adopted and as a way of explaining this to me gently my father told me that him and my mum had picked me off a special baby tree. For years I believed that the parting in my hair was as a result of the stalk which attached me to the tree.