make-believe

I used to believe and hope that once I turned 16, my parents would tell me that I was really a witch and I would have to start learning how to use my powers. I believed this after watching "Sabrina the Teenage Witch"

I believed in Santa Claus up until I was 8 years old. My father had given me a note from "Santa", but then I recoginzed his hand writing on the note and relized my father had written it. And that was the year I stopped believing.

I use to believe there was a witch in the bedroom closet.

Funny thing, the witch never seemed to frighten me during the day. During the day she was forgotten.

One day the alarm clock went off at 7 pm instead of 7 am. My mother asked me to go into the bedroom and turn it off.

I can't I told her. She got annoyed. "Why can't you," she said. I didn't want to tell ber. I knew she'd think I was silly. But, still I wouldn't go into the bedroom. I didn't really believe there was a witch in the closet. But. . . . .what if there was a witch in the closet. I just couldn't take the chance.

Finally, after a substantial amount of brow beating I told my mother why I couldn't go into the bedroom. I told her about the witch that might be in the closet.

She told me there wasn't a witch in the closet. I told her I knew there wasn't a witch in the closet, but what if there was a witch in the close?

She gave up and went into the bedroom herself.

I used to hallucinate when I was very young, and one night, I must have been about three, I saw a crocodile at the foot of my bed and his mouth was open so that if he closed his teeth together my legs would have been bitten off. Of course, I went to get my dad..who assured me it was never there in the first place. I slept in a ball from then on, and to this day, I simply cannot bring myself to stretch my legs to the end of my bed. I never have. Ever. Pathetic, I know.

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When I was around 8 I still belived in the Easter Bunny and that sort of thing. So when my rabbit died and my mom had removed him from his cage I asked where he went. She told me that the Easter Bunny took him to work in the easter egg factory. I believed this for awhile even fancying that he would become the easter bunny one day. I didn't realize it was a lie until I learned the easter bunny wasn't real but death was.

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one time when i was little, me and my older sister were fighting over who got to play on the computer. it was raining outside so my sister told me that anytime you use a computer when its raining, the rain ghost will come and suck out your soul. she told me she was friends with ghost so if i didnt let her use it she was going to sick the ghost on me.
hmm i was always afraid to go near the computer after that. so i geuss she won.

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When I was little our house was full of monsters that would strangle me until my eyes popped out (and I had a very vivid picture of how this would look) if they ever caught me. Luckily they were not the nocturnal kind of monsters. So going to the bathroom at night wasn�t too scary as long as I was VERY QUIET. These particular monsters were also sorta blind and easily confused, but flushing the toilet would wake them up for sure. I just had to turn off the bathroom light and be back in bed by the time the toilet tank was done filling. (The plumbing was loud and the noise would create a diversion.) I didn't even have to run really. But just to be safe I would camouflage myself in bed by sleeping with my head UNDER the pillow. Stupid monsters.

I grew up in Puerto Rico where,on Jan 6, they celebrate Epiphany (or 3 Kings Day) when the Maji finally show up at the manger. My parents told us kids to put shoeboxes full of grass for the camels under our beds and in the morning we's have gifts. For some reason I believed in the camels coming into my room far longer than Santa coming down the chimney.

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When i was little and my parents would watch scary movies, i was always afraid that they would come out of the TV and drag me back into the movie with them. So i would hide under the covers and try to lay really flat, so they couldn't see me. Of course now, I know this is not true, but I still fall asleep under the covers out of habit.

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The world was full of unexplained perils. There was a blue cow that lived behind the glass shower door. Dad said so. Cedric and Jessica were the invisible ghosts who opened and closed the back door on a windy day. They were good ghosts, but mischievous. The worst, however, were the nightmares. I remember waking up screaming (and my parents remember it too) after dreaming about the Bull-dort, a horrible giant warthog with killer tusks. He rapaged throught the dark forests of my mind.

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When I was very little, I used to go and sleep in my mom and dad's room with them all the time. My dad finally got sick of me sleeping with them every night so he told me that some little monsters had moved into my room and lived under my bed, and if I put my foot down on the floor at night they would cut off my big toe and eat it with some ketchup. I believed him until one night my brother had to sleep with me, because my aunt and uncle were sleeping in his room. I forgot to tell him about the monsters, and about screamed when I saw him get out of bed to go to the bathroom.

I was very young during the early 1950's. When I heard about the "witch hunts" I thought that bad witches, ala The Wizard of Oz were lose,and when guerilla warfare was mentioned on the news I thought gorillas were going to eat us.

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Sunday mornings me and my brother and sister always used to climb into bed with my mum and dad. Here, they introduced us to matress man. Matress man lived at the end of the bed and always used to bob his head up and down. Funnily enough it was right where my dad's foot was...and he spoke in the same voice as my dad. Then one day they got a new matress and dad told me that the new one did not have a matress man. How gullible was I?

i thought santa was real up until about 7. i found out he wasnt real when i was 8 becuase one night in christmas night, i went to go to the bathroom. halfway down the stairs i saw my mother puttin gifts under the tree. i ran back up to my room right then so she wouldn't see me. guess what? i pretended i believed in santa until i was 12!! poor parents ^-^

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once on christmas eve night, when I was about 7, I had the most odd dream that santa snuck into my room, switched on the light and crept over to my bed. he poked me and i woke up and he started laughing maniaclly. i started to cry and i hid under my covers. from then on, i would sleep with my older sister in the next room every christmas eve.

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When I was little, I had an imaginary pet donkey named Jasper. He could fly and he lived on the moon, where they ate chairs for lunch and video games were evil. He was my best friend, until I turned 7 and got a real life. I know. I was strange.

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When I was young and went to see Father Christmas..I figured that the person wasn't the REAL Father Christmas, just an Elf of his so he could double check what I wanted.