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When I was younger, and didnt want anyone to see me, I would close my eyes and figured if I couldnt see them ,neither could they!
One day in second grade everyone had to stand up and give a presentation about what nationality our family was. When it was my turn, I got up in front of the class and declared that I was half Irish and half Catholic. I had never even thought otherwise; it didn't make sense that I could be 100% Irish and 100% Catholic.
After noticing that my teacher could hardly contain her laughter throughout my presentation, I later asked my mom about it and learned that these were not mutually exclusive characteristics.
My mum hated the fact that whenever it rained or snowed I'd stick my tongue out and try to catch the raindrops/snowflakes,
So when we were out on the road walking and it was raining/snowing - she told me that snow was dandruff and rain was cloud wee wee.
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...
I used to believe that I was the only one in the world who swallowed, and thought I was weird because of it. I found out I wasn't the only one when I had a sore throat and my mum asked me if it hurt when I swallowed.
When i was little i used to think that i was the only normal person in this world and that my parents weren't my true parents and that my real ones were in jail cause they got a child that was normal. and that every time i started coming close to someone they would say, "look meagan's coming!" and quickly put their human mask on. i have no idea where that one came from. :)
I also used to believe that everyone else in the world was a robot. It is interesting to read others' comments as to why children sometimes believe this. Isolation and self-centeredness seem to be the most common reasons. I was probably a little of both.
Another thing I used to believe was that the fermata symbol in my elementary music songbooks was really a camera eye that was spying on me. I used to frown and make faces at it. So I was pretty paranoid as well!
When I was about 6 or 7, I was convinced that in a previous life, I was a ballet dancer in Europe during WWII because I kept having these dreams about a ballet dancer being around a bunch of (usually very depressed) GI's. Of course now that I'm a grownup, the fact that at the time, I was taking ballet classes at the time, and my dad's favorite TV program then was "COMBAT!" I'm sure had nothing to do with that... :)
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.
when i was in the primary school i used to believe that i was an indistructible robot, but one day a classmate hit me, it hurt me, and i cried.
My parents said I could be anything I wanted to be, so I said i wanted to be an octopus. My parents said that means you can choose your job, not species. I then started screaming "But mommy, i want to become an octopus!" and my mom would say "No you can't, changing your species is not possible" and we argued about that alot. hehehehe
i used to think that there was another family just like mine in every country in the world, with a little girl just like me. so every day i would think that there would be me, the american kristen, going to school, eating dinner, brushing my teeth, reading a book, anything, and that in any other country in the world the other me was doing the same thing. i often wondered if we could just trade places, if i could go to china or somewhere for a day and be another me.
this principle also applied to mirrors- i was certain there was a backwards world in them as well.
as a kid, i was told by my older cousins that i wasnt human until i turned 7 years old.
I used to believe that my life was a giants dream and that when he/she woke up then I would dissapear. I then came to the conclusion that my dreams were or another world which dissapeared when I awoke. I used to pray as hard as I could that he/she would not awake and make me vanish.
I used to belief that my life was a movie and I was the narrator, so I often talked to myself in the third person, and kids thought I was wierd. it wasn't until I was 11 that I stopped believing this!
I used to be afraid that we lived in a giant's dream, and I was terrified that one day he would wake up, and the world would end. One day I shared this fear with my sister and was shocked to discover that she also believed that. I still have no idea what led us to think that.
When I was about 4 years old and in preschool I would envy the children with sticky, clammy hands. Mine were always dry and I felt weird.
When I was around 6 or 7 I was playing with my older brother's plastic hook (the kind used for halloween costumes) and declared I was a hooker. My father and brother both chimed in that I was, indeed, not a hooker. The best part is that I have it taped on a casette tape, and still have it to this very day.
A few years ago, when I was 8, I believed I could go to Hogwarts. I wrote letters to myself informing me I was a witch and I would be attending Hogwarts. I brought them into school to try and fool my Harry Potter mad friend. She didn't believe me though.
Then, I would go home and pack my suitcase with a witches costume from Halloween, books and a chopstick wand. I would even pretend that my beanie baby frog was my pet toad. I would walk downstairs dragging my case behind me and tell my parents I was going to the station to catch the Hogwarts Express.
Weird, I know.
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.