make-believe

I was fiddling with a radio and heard a lot of wierd bleeping and stuff on short wave. I was sure it was aliens communicating until my dad told me it was a ram operator (morse code). I felt a fool!

I used to believe that if you went into the living room after you had gone to bed and looked for Santa's gifts, then the gifts would magically dissapear and you would only get coal in your stocking when you were allowed to come down in the morning.

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When i was little i used to think that if you hugged the easter bunny at the mall you would get the chicken pox i never hugged the easter bunny and never got the chicken pox

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When I was a kid I suffered from sleep paralysis and extremely vivid dreams... one dream I had was that I went into the kitchen to get a lollypop and as I was walking out the light went out and something gabbed me from behind and clapped it's hand over my mouth, when I tried screaming it only told me that nobody coud hear me and started giggling manically, this was VERY VIVID and I actually remember it as a real waking experiance since I don't remember waking up afterwards but I figure it must have been a dream, anyway afterwards I couldn't go in the kitchen and it made my parents mad when I insisted they go with me.

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My mother was always making up fairy-stories, but this is the only one I remember believing!

We had a large bush outside our house and it was round shaped and you could only see inside if you pulled the twings apart. One night during a thunderstorm my mother was comforting me and she said that it was just a fairy party up in the clouds, being curious I demanded to know where these fairies lived, "In the bush in the front garden," I was told.

For *years* I tiptoed past that bush every morning so as not to wake them up on my way to school.

It did have one good effect though - I've never been scared of Thunderstorms.

I used to watch Tom and Jerry and Jerry would put on this cream called Vanishing Cream and he would disappear...I used to think this actually existed, and was disappointed to find out that actual vanishing cream doesn't make you disappear.

I never used to get presents for Easter, then I was talking to my cousin one day and she told me she got presents from the Easter Bunny and I wondered why the Easter Bunny never gave me any presents. Later I told my parents about this and they suggested that I write a letter to the Easter Bunny and leave it somewhere for him to find, so I did that. Next Easter, I got presents.

I used to see (and still do) Faries out of the corners of my eyes at night. I also ued to see my stuffed animals moving and talking to each other. once an "elf" was dancing on my teddy bears foot... yes, I am crazy.

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When I was very little my mum told me that santa's elves were EVERYWHERE. I took this very seriously and whenever I went into the toilet I panicked incase I peed on an elf....

I was told on a website that there are fairy friends. You write a letter to them, asking for any fairy name (e.g. leaf, rose,) and you are supposed to leave anotherpeice of paper and a pen so they can reply. It also said on the website to makethem something, so i made her a dress.
My dad, when i was asleep he took the dress, and replied to the letter, leaving a chocolate. I woke up, and was amazed to find something given back from the fairy friend, and the letter said ''I will be your fairy friend, My name is Rosey.''
I left another note, asking for more chocolates, and that night i left a picture, of a rose, and me.
That night My dad came in and didnt leave a chocolate, but left a real rose!
I told my dad the next day because i was suspicous and so that night i left a video cam running and caught my dad on tape replying to my letters.

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Some little kids have imaginary friends, but my little sister is the only one I know with imaginary enemies! According to herself, she is the guardian of a land called Dekulina, and she must protect it against the evil House Demons and Voodoos who try to take over Dekulina. There are lots of them, but the ones who always bother us in particular are Twiggus, Porkus, and their father Gordon. Twiggus likes to steal things and throw spikes at people. Porkus is his little brother, and is chubby and lazy. Gordon is the leader of the House Demon Army, and he leads the march into Dekulina from time to time. There are also hazards upon hazards in Dekulina, like the dangerous Neutron Flower that will give you "goofy magic" until you drink the antidote.

I will credit my sister one thing though--she acknowledges the fact that she has the weirdest imaginary "friends" ever. :D

I am 11. I most definately DO believe in Father Christmas. Ok, so most of the ones in shops and stuff aren't real and they get paid. But why would you pay someone to sit at the north pole all day? you wouldn't. When i was about 6 i heard reindeer bells on the roof, please explain that, its not like my parents are gonna get on the roof and shake some percussion bells! Some of my friends don't believe and i think thats wrong. I'm not sure if he delivers presents, but he DEFINATELY DOES exist. And a message to all those ' non-believers' , if you don't believe thats just PANTS!

I used to believe that every old man with a big white beard that I saw, year round, was Santa Claus in disguise. My parents didn't do anything to correct this belief since I tended to make sure that my brother and I were especially well-behaved while these old men were around.

I went to my cousins house for a sleepover with her and her best friend when I was 8. Her friend told me that if you said, 'Bloody Mary I killed your baby,' 5 times in a pitch black room holding a single candle while staring into a mirror, BM would appear and try to kill you. My cousin had long, black hair and pale skin, so when me and her friend tried the ritual in her closet, she opened the door and walked in, with red finger nail polish spread on her white nightgown. Her friend dropped on the floor and started crying. I did that and wet my pants. I WAS 8! When I found out it was her I was SO ticked off........ I'm still afraid of her closet though. :)

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Once I was hangin out
Watching TV
and a bloody mary special came on TV
so I watched and my brother said ''Hey Rose I bet your scared! I dare you to say it!'
As being older I didnt eally think much of it being true so I said ''Okay whatever fine''
So I went in the bathroom flicked off the lights and said it ''Bloody mary bloody mary bloody mary!''
Nothing happened
Untill the next morning
There was blood coming from my eyes
and the mirror on my door was reflecting bloody mary black dress black hair no eyes right? I screamed!! But My brother had put fake blood on my eyes and took my black dress and put ot on a a chair with a mirror so the mirror reflected it with my old black wig and a fake head with fake bloody sockets for eyes it was madd scary
My brother was laguhing after .

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When I was about 8 or 9 I thought these three angel decorations on our Christmas tree were real. One was a large treetop, one was an ornament, and one was a very small baby angel ornament. The three of them were sisters and they always needed to stay close to eachother, so I put the middle angel girl and the baby angel girl up by the top of the tree so they wouldn't wander away from their older sister. That started a tradition, and I would always put the three angel sisters close to eachother. And then last year the oldest sister, the treetop, got thrown away because the two white Christmas lights she held stopped working. I was sad because the other two angels had lost their older sister. But they got over it. I still put the two angel sisters together, because even though they're older than they used to be they still like to stay close together.

i used to belive in santa! i'm 9! on christmas day 2003, i got presents! i found out the truth this year.... clue #1- santa( my dad, there's no santa), used the wrapping paper my dad used for our party! ( duh! it HAS to be my dad!) clue#2- the handwriting on the gift tag was my dad's! this year, 2005, i convinced my mom to prove that there's a real santa!( like there is!)