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I used to think that there were ghosts in the loft and that's why I was not allowed to go up there.
When I was a child I used to believe in the little mouse Perez, who gave you money for teeth.
When I was a child, I used to believe that an evil spirit would attack me from behind when I turned out the lights.
When I was younger I used to that a monster was in the guardrobe.
When I was a child i used to believe that the lazy little mouse took our teeth to put them on
When I was in first grade, I got into a big argument with my classmates, who unanimously were trying to convince me that Santa Claus wasn't real. I understood by then that it was my older family members putting the presents under the tree and eating the cookies and I made that clear, but that wasn't enough for them. They were trying to convince me that St. Nicolas of Myra never existed. Ironically, this controversy took place in a Catholic school, yet the teacher refused to vouch for St. Nick's existence.
My older sister told me and my twin brother that if you didn't clap your hands during "if you're happy and you know it", you would get eaten by a monster while you sleep.
I would turn the lights off and then leg it up the stairs thinking a monster would be chasing me.
When I was little I thought that if a small abandoned factory there was the Slenderman, I was afoird to go there or to approach since I think that he could spowne at any time and kill me or kidnap me and that if I walked into that factory he might curse me whiche means he would have the ability to control and me teleport to me at any time, I also think that the more people he ate the stronger was. Some time later the factory was transformed at home and I asked my mother where Slenderman was going and she told me that he did not exist, I was relieve.
When I was little I used to believe the Easter rabbit was a chicken and he put the chocolate in the garden. And when I looked for chocolate I looked for the chicken too.When my parents tald me "The Easter rabbit was not a chicken" I cried. I was desapointed. That's how I knew it was a rabbit.