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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.
for some very strange reason that i really do not know when i was in a long car journey i used to sing out of the window really quitely believing that there was a machine that could pick up really good singing voices and that someone would find me (by tracking my voice obviously) and make me famous.
When I was little, after watching Snow White I went outside to play in the garden and I pretended to talk to the birds - imagine my surprise when they started talking back! I'd stayed out all day talking with my new feathered friends asking them about their adventures, and when I informed my mum of my activities she'd tut and say I was being silly.
One day when I was talking to the birds I heard one laughing at me - I looked up to see my gran laughing out the window while my mum and uncle where crouched down below her pretending to be these new 'friends'... I was 6 and had been having these conversations everyday for the past few weeks! lol
i used to watch a show where this little boy would jump in a book and land where ever the book took place so i tried it with my own book, and i was so dissapointed I cried.
I used to believe that "May Day" (May 1st) was like Memorial Day for Air Force pilots, because when they were crashing they'd shout "May day, may day!"
I used to believe that I was the only person who had my name, and that no two people could have the same name.
I used to belief that sitting on the floor is actually sitting on someone's ceiling and I have the power to watch from above!
When I was a kid I used to believe that the colorful spots you'd get behind your eyelids after looking at the sun were aliens trying to contact me. I would squint my eyes really tight on car trips and try and decipher what the aliens were obviously trying very hard to communicate to me. After much thought and courage, I eventually told my dad that I was being contacted by aliens. He told me that, unfortunately, I was not as special as I thought I was, but it's a good story now!
I used to believe that people could read my mind. That's how mom knew if I was lying. I never questioned why I couldn't read other peoples' minds...
After watching parent trap, I was convinced that I had a secret twin living with my father (my parents split up when I was a baby and my father lived in a different country). For about two years after that I presumed that everytime i was with my dad my secret twin must be taking my place.
I used to believe that if I sat too close to the TV then my brain would melt.
For some reason I've always questioned whether or not I was a particularly created human in a society of non-humans. I see them as real and they did a damn good job at convincing me, all the while maintaining a separate alien society...somewhat revolving around me.
I assume this belief came after reading a book or watching a movie, or maybe my sisters told me.
In my "past life," I had been kidnapped from my family at the age of twelve (The perfect age, as far as I was concerned. I think I was convinced it happened on my 12th birthday, actually.) by a secret facility that the government knew nothing about. There, they completely wiped my mind of personal memories, like my name, thoughts of my friends and family, and such, while retaining basic information like the names of colors, fundamental brain-functioning activity, what "trees," "rocks," and "gravity" were. Then, they put me into a sort of coma that allowed me to have dreams. They manipulated my dreams into teaching me all I needed to become an expert assassin while making sure I had no sense that *I* actually existed, as a person. Then, they woke me up, and after making sure I remembered what I had learned and could apply it in the real world, I was sent out on various missions, usually not to kill people, but to steal random objects or money. This, I assumed, lasted for roughly a year. Then, I realized, some how, that *I* actually existed. A single faint memory of something or someone wasn't completely removed. I escaped, on the run for roughly 3/4 of a year, 9 months. Then, they finally captured me, but fearing that I couldn't be trusted to be loyal to "The Agency," I would no longer be a part of their project. They couldn't simply kill me, because I had had contact with the outside world and a federal search would run the risk of revealing their project. This confusion lasted 3 months, to make another year. They then decided to completely wipe my memory of all my training, and, for some reason, decided to shrink me back down to a small child. Something went wrong, and I kept my intelligence capacity, although it was, for the most part, completely empty. This was all a complicated explanation as to why I was smarter than the rest of my class, and as to why I had a fascination with nooses.
Now that I think about it, it was definitely from some sort of book, don't you think?
I used to believe that when I went to bed at night, the next day couldn't physically start, so I got really scared every time I went to bed and couldn't sleep, because I thought that it would have to stay nighttime forever...
I used to believe that we all lived in a yellow submarine
When I was little we had a hot tub that had a light blue light that covered the whole bottom of the tub. I used to believe that if i stood on it i would fall down a light blue water slide and end up in the ocean forever. I was so scared that i would try to swim over it to get to the other side.
I still believe that i have super powers. Not like the ones you would see on cartoons though. It is called rainbow power. Rainbows shoot out of my hands.
Growing up my mom used to pack me a bagged lunch and she would always make sure to give me a napkin. I used to believe that every time I threw out one of the napkins, my mom would love me a little less. So at the end of the school years I always had pockets full of unused napkins.
When I was little I used to believe i had a super power because i could think mean thoughts about people.
I wanted to grow up and be a truck. Not a truck driver, a truck.