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Beetween the ages of 4 and 11 I beleived that the world revolved around me, but not in a good way. I thought that I was like a god or a son of a really important dude, like a king. So I thought all the people in my life were actors. I was quite upset when I realized that meant my friends were actors too. Eventually I blurted out to my mum "Quit acting! I know your secret!" Oh ... that got me about 6 months of therapy.
When I was a toddler, I used to believe I was coming from Mars. My mother had thrown me out of Mars and my sister had found me in a dustbin.
After, my parents adopted me. My other sister told me : "You can't see your color green and your green antennae but we can!"
My mother constantly told me I wasn't her child. She said there was a mix-up in the hospital and I had been switched with someone else. Many of my aunts and uncles called me a changeling because I was so different from my brothers, so it was easy to believe I didn't belong. I spent many nights wishing my real parents would find me and take me home even though I knew it was impossible. You see, the reason I was switched was because they didn't want a baby like me and they stole the "real" Theresa and my mom was stuck with me. And I knew it was true, my mom told me about it.
I have been the biggest Harry Potter fan ever since I was in third grade. When I turned 11, I sat on my bed, stubbornly waiting for my owl to arrive with the letter to whisk me away to Hogwarts. I still wish I went to boarding school.
I used to truely think I was a dragon trapped in a human body. There was a huge dragon spirit named Goldeneye, the ghost of Smaug from The Hobbit, who made any dragons I saw invisible to the human eye, so only I could see them. I had exactly 29 dragons that I called the Draiks who were my friends, particularly one named Phantos, who was telepathic with me. My real name was Dracon, but Goldeneye had made me be reborn as a human to find out what it's like, and that after I die I'll be a dragon again. There was also a race of magical creatures called eothians who were hiding so that the human race wouldn't make them go extinct. Technically, I shouldn't be telling you about this part.
I gave up on this belief a couple days ago. If it turns out to be true, tell me.
When I was 3 years old I used to believe that I was a Barbie doll before I was born. This idea went on until I was 7.
When I was little, my older brother and sister used to tell me that we were placed in "baby-bake ovens" when we were born, and that was why we were black.
I was convinced that children weren't humans, only adults were, children were a total different race!
When I was little I was obsessed with dinosaurs. I used to believe that all humans were the dream of a dinosaur and basically each person had a dinosaur counterpart. I thought whenever the humans was a awake, their dinosaur was sleeping and visa verse.
When I was 4 I went to the Atlantic ocean for the first time, had a blast when we were done we went to a little hole in the wall ice cream shop, where they had Super Man ice cream. I got it and the entire time I was eating it I was pushing on stuff. My grandfather caught me doing this to a SUV and asked what I was doing. I told him I was waiting for the powers to kick in.
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!
I'm autistic but nobody told me until I was eight. Up until then, people described me as "special" or "different" and I thought that meant I was destined to save the world some day.
Until I was about 9 years old, I periodically considered the possibility that I was the only real person anywhere. The world I lived in was a realistic alien-induced hallucination, and that when I walked anywhere, I actually remained stationary on a sphere (think of a treadmill that goes in all directions). At times, I would suddenly change my behavior, to throw the aliens off track.
This started long before The Matrix, or even Star Trek's holodeck came out. :\
I wasn't too popular as a child and dreamed of being older(and therefore beautiful and loved)
I somehow onvinced myself that i was actually 16 years old ( i was probably 8 at the time) and in a coma.
My loving family were all sitting around my bed mopping my brow with a flannel and praying for me to wake up!!
I even dreamed up a boyfriend. I think i kept up that one till i was about 11, when i convinced myself i had a replacement arm given to me by aliens!
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.
I used to think that all the human beings in the world had died in some huge accident caused by aliens, and that my parents and everyone I knew were actually aliens who had taken on human form to care for me because they felt bad about having blown everyone up. However, I thought it was tiring for the aliens to remain in human form, and that they would turn back into their alien form every time I lost sight of them. So, I would spend a lot of time running back around corners and spinning around trying to catch a glimpse of the aliens before they noticed I could see them. However, I never caught them out, and I eventually decided that they had set it up so that my looking at them was what made them turn back into human form. That way, they didn't have to think about it.
Up until the age of 8 or so I was convinced that colors where either male or female. For example pink was clearly female in my mind and blue was male. The even stranger part was that I thought some colors were "confused" and didn't know which sex they wanted to be ... red for example was one that could never exactly decide if it was male or female.
Water balloons were my best friends growing up. Yes, water balloons. I started out with one, who had some children, and then they had children ect. They all had names and when they popped, they died. I would then proceed to burry them in my backyard and write their name on a rock which was placed over their grave. I had over 30 in the end and if you dug up my back yard I have no doubt that you'll find them all.
When I was little, I saw a documentary about children getting mixed up in the hospital at birth, and living with the wrong family. So for years, I was convinced that I had been switched at birth amd was living with the wrong parents, until my mother told me I had been the only white baby in the whole hospital (I was born in Kazakhstan)
When I was about 6, I imagined a sort of targeting system in my mind, and thought I could run faster and do anything anyone else could do better, and for three days I roamed around the school playground thinking I was in fact, Robo-Cop.