kids: i'm different

When I was 8 or 9 I thought that the world consisted of only 7 people and the role played for me and changed the appearance of my teachers, classmates, family and so on to make things happen in my life. When I was alone or asleep, they were in their base to find out what would happen to me next.

I used to believe that I was a reflection in some real boy's mirror, and if he walked away for too long, I'd fade away. Every day I'd look at the mirror to make sure I hadn't disappeared yet.

When I was little I used to think that everybody except
mum was spying on me and that they have hidden cameras everywhere.

When I was little I wore those itchy pajama shirts, I had one with miss piggy on it and one night it was cold outside and I was snuggled in the blankets while wearing it and static electricity kept causing blue sparks and electricity type noises. So i and cried thinking I was a robot. My mom laughed at me. I was terrified!

I used to proudly imagine that there was cameraman working with some authors on writing a biography of me. They followed me around secretly and recorded the most minute of my activities. The book would even have tiny versions of the books I read within its pages.

I would start to believe my own story and occasionally whip my head around to try to catch the cameraman, but he was too quick for me.

One time, when I was 6 or 7, I was standing in my hallway, looking into a room at a weird angle. I didn't realize that your eyes were in two different places, so you'd get two different perspectives, so when I closed one eye and I only saw a wall, and then closed the other eye and saw into the room, I was convinced I could see through walls. I began bragging to my brother, and got really frustrated when I couldn't recreate the results...

when i was younger, i believed (for whatever reason) that every time i went around a pole or through a loop, i would have to go back around or through; or else i would be, in some way, attached to it forever.

When I was about 8, I used to have conversations with my pet cats, because my friends were never around to play. To this day, I always thought that the cats understood me better than my human friends did...

I used to believe that it was illegal to move when you were on an escalator. whenever I saw someone moving on one I always thought that someone was going to come up and yell at them

I used to think anyone who disagreed with me was an idiot!

Since I was 3 years old I used to believe I was from another country, it had it name, cities, people, language, and national songs. I used to spend days singing that songs in my invented country language, feeling nostalgical and saying to other people I can't wait to go back...

In the US there use to be a show called "Chalk Zone" the idea was that every time you drew on the blackboard with chalk it would come to life in this world called Chalk Zone and you need a magic chalk to get there. That influenced me when I was in elementary school to believe that on the dry erase bored their would be another world waiting for drawings to come to life. So I would draw a whole bunch of characters wishing them all the best to their new life in the whatever world they went to...

When I was 11 I read on a paranormal stories site (supposedly "true") about a method anyone could use to make themselves invisible. I tried it, and took a walk around my house, and when my parents never noticed me I flipped because I was sure it actually worked. I tried it on the my parents and on the kids at the park. Finally, I decided to tell my dad about it and he rolled his eyes and said you can't make yourself invisible. I tried it on the kids at the park again and it turned out they were just ignoring me, and the last time I tried it they messed with me and acted like I had disappeared and there was a ghost around. That's when my invisibility dream ended.

When I was little, I would always get these false memories. For example, when I was 7 I was thoroughly convinced that me and my parents had floated around in an anti-gravity chamber at some point. I also thought that my parents were friends with Christopher Robin, and I would always beg my dad to take me to go see him. I believed this until I turned 9.

My mother used to tell me I was like a bull in a china shop. Only, I heard "bowl" in a china shop. I imagined myself as a one-of-a-kind, delicate, beautiful, priceless heirloom... until I was in college when I heard the correct version.

When I was about 4, my dad thought it would be a good idea to teach me about my ancestors. Apparently they were a Norwegian clan of vikings (true story). He worded it incorrectly and said, "We used to be vikings up north where it's cold".
I spent the next year thinking that, even though I could remember it, I used to be a viking savage from Alaska.