make-believe

I used to believe…

Since I could remember, I had lived in one room, sharing it with my sister. But one summer, we put an addition on our house - two rooms, one for my sister, and one for me.
Therefore, we had to go out and buy beds. My mother found a cheap one, used, that just happened to be about four feet high.
My bed was nestled into a corner of my room and left a hefty crack between my bed and the wall. That freaked me out. I couldn't stop imagining a pair of long, green fingers crawling out and grabbing me in the middle of the night.
So I spent many a night, huddled up against the opposite side of my bed - not even daring to look at the crevace and would often end up in the morning with a bloody nose on the floor, smothered against my doll, one foot stretching one hundred degrees upward caught on my blanket (I think this position contributed to my flexibility in my yoga classes) and often enough a pool of druel against my cheek.

I used to have a Imaginary Serial Killer named Pilly the Slasher, Pill for short, because at taht time i was fanisted about Serial Killers well anywaymy parents used to teased me like if I see the dead animal i would say "Mommy! Pill kill that cat" then i would apolized to the 'cat'

I used to believe…

when my aunt was about six my grandmother was driving her and her friend somewhere. one of them said "i know who the tooth fairy is! it's my dad." (my grandmother can't recall who said it)
they were quiet for a minute and the other said
"well, i'm glad it's someone i know."

I used to believe…

When I was young I was taken to see an excellent theatre pantomine of Peter Pan- the performers (who I thought were really the characters) flew impressively around and out from the stage . . . for quite some time following I slept in a freezing bedroom (UK winters) insisting my bedroom window was left wide open every night in case HE came....

I used to believe…

When I was little, I had a BUNCH of imaginary friends. Depending on what I was in to at the time--maybe Care Bears, or characters from a book I just read--they all took the form of whatever it was I liked. I talked to them and asked their opinions on everything, and I talked back as them, too. But the best thing, I think, was when I had to go to bed. Every one of them had to wish the others good-night. So first I'd say good-night, and they would say good-night back. Then the next member of the brigade would go, and say good-night to everyone else. And the next, and the next... and I felt terrible the ext morning if I forgot anybody.

I used to believe…

ok, so I used to have an entire world of imaginary friends...they were mostly movie characters..such as Drop Dead Fred (my fave) or the genie from alladin. but one day I decided to move on...so I said goodbye to them all (took a looooooooong ime) and I "grew up" but I still have one or two when times get rough..

I had the weirdest imaginary friends as a child - none of which were human.
I had a brontosaurus named Minnie Mouse, who lived by the trailer in my front yard wearing a typical Minnie Mouse outfit (polka dot dress with matching bow and heels)
I had a tiger named Mr. Muggs who wore a mailmans had. Funny, he never delivered mail...the only time I would see him would be if he happened to be walking down the street, but he was quite a dull character to talk to.
I had a tiny white mouse named Little John who wore a tiny yellow tee and red overalls. He lived in my garden and was the fastest creature 'in the world'.
And lastly, my favourite, was E.T. and brown, cartoon, moose. His size varied from bigger than my house, or pocket-sized so I could take him with me wherever I went.
I would often spend my time outside playing with E.T., making up routines (dancing and singing) like they did on Barney.
And, I really did have one human friend. Mayda. But she only existed for a day.

I used to believe…

Every time I lost a tooth when I was little, I wrote a letter to the tooth fairy. Acctually it was more of a questionarre, with what I thought were REALLY difficult questions. So every tooth-fairy night my poor mother would have to reach under my pillow, take my well protected tooth, and the note, and answer the questions. Difficult as my mother was not very imaginative, and most of the questions were things like: "Where do you live?" "What do you do with the teeth?" and (my personal favorite) "How come some of my friends get less money than me? Is it 'cos my teeth are worth more in the market?"

I used to believe…

My nana used to tell me the poem "The Highwayman" when I was little. Of course, a lot of it made no sense to me, but I was smart enough to know being gagged and bound was a frightning experiance. And my dad was a landlord. So I always believed the poem was about me, sort of a phrophecy. Every time it was really windy and dark, when the reflection of the full moon bounced on the waves, I would scream and cry until morning, hoping the hi way man with a twinkly butt ("his pistol butts a twinkle") wouldn't come and get me.

I used to believe…

My friend had an imaginary friend when she was younger, named Julie. One day her parents told her she was too old to play with Julie, and that it was time to play with other girls. Then, a few weeks later, she came in to dinner and her little sister said: "Don't sit there! That's where Julie sits!"

Imagine her shock! Her little sister had stolen Julie.

I used to believe I had a million imaginary friends, all about the size of those hobbit action figures from LOTR, and they all worked at Macs convienience store. So every time we went for a drive and passed the convienince store, I'd have to unroll the window, say goodbye to all of them (by name) and let them go to work. I would be imaginary-friendless until we passed the convieniance store again. . .unfortunatly one day we took a different route home, and I never saw sally, susie, jimmy, bobby, or any of the others again. I was heartbroken.

I used to believe…

The Definitive Monster Protection Rules (I know they work, because I'm still here. ;)


1. Before going into a darkened bedroom, bathroom, or basement, throw something through the door or down the stairs. This will scare the monsters into hiding long enough for you to turn on the lights.

2. Leave a light on. The bathroom light down the hall is acceptable, but a nightlight is even better. Flashlights only make them hide until you turn it off.

3. Leave a plate of cookies just inside your baby brother's room. Monsters like cookies, too, and the scent will lead them to his room instead of yours.

4. Leave the door to your room open. This will allow your parents to more clearly hear your ear-piercing screams should a monster attack you in the middle of the night.

5. Monsters are as afraid of parents as children are of monsters, so bathe in your daddy's aftershave before you go to bed.

6. Wear Superhero Underoos instead of your jammies. This deceives the monsters into believing that you're a Superhero, and they'll be too afraid that you'll hurt them to attack.

7. Ensure that all closet doors and dresser drawers are fully shut or completely open. If they're closed, the monsters can't get out to attack you. If they're open, the monsters that are hiding inside will know that you know that they're there and they won't come out.

8. Put a pillow next to you in the bed and cover it up. There is a 50/50 chance that the monsters will attack it, instead of you.

9. Pull your covers up to your neck. Monsters are allowed to grab you by any body part, except the head, that isn't protected by even a thin layer of fabric.

10. Do not allow any part of your body to dangle over the edge of the bed in your sleep. The monsters under the bed will use this as a loophole to grab that body part and pull you under.

11. Make sure that your covers are flat across the rest of the bed. This enables you to see any suspicious bumps moving toward you under them and will give you enough time to sound off an alarm (the ear-piercing scream mentioned earlier).

12. Never, Ever, look under the bed after the lights are out

13. If you have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, don't - because this is the chance for which the monsters have been waiting. If you're unable to hold it until morning, jump at least a body length from the edge of the bed (so the monsters under the bed can't grab your ankles) then quickly make your way to the bedroom door without actually stepping on the floor. The clothes you left strewn across the floor when you changed into your jammies, rather than putting them in the hamper like your mama's asked a million times, can be used for this purpose.

This takes advantage of a little known point of monster law that states they are not allowed to grab a human child unless his/her feet are touching the floor. Contrary to what your mama believes, dirty clothes on the floor could save your life. Another obscure point of monster law states that they can't grab you if you're standing in a spot of light, but this is unreliable as a means of protection because the monsters will cheat if it's moonlight.


Addendum I: Green Jello = Monster Kryptonite.

Addendum II: Contrary to what your daddy will tell you, there is no such thing as the Potty Monster. He made this one up because he finds the expression on your mama's face amusing when you tell her that you peed your bed because you were afraid the Potty Monster might eat you.

I used to believe…

One Christmas Eve, when I was eight or there abouts, I got up from my slumber and went to the bathroom. Halfway there, I heard this really deep and scary voice saying "Ho Ho Ho. Well, that's done."

I immedietly ran back to my bed and dive dunder the covers. All night I had nightmares that santa was going to come kill me.

I used to believe…

One night when I was about 5yrs old, my grandpa said look out the window theres a ghost. My cousin and I looked and a spoon was dangling and shaking near the window in the darkness. The next morning my grandpa said that my cousin had found the spoon. A couple years later I relised that it was only grandpa who had a peice of fishing wire conected to the spoon through the window shaking it.

I used to believe…

when i was a little chump my dad use to take me outside to look at santa and the reideer or w/e thats called, in that same moment my mom broght the presents to the sofa, but little did she know the camera was still recording, and it was focusing her, i found the tape and i was shocked, since then i dont believe in santa.

I used to believe in Santa Clause... Probably. I don't remember believing in him, I was always a smart kid and worked it out when I was VERY young (In class one I think, at the age of four... but I could be wrong) but kept going with it coz, hey, prezzies! But one day... When I was about 7 or so, I saw the film Gremlins! (Always reminds me of the Critters group... Now THERE are good films!) Anyway. In this film, an actress mentions her father climbing down the chimney in the guise of Santa and slipping and dying. For a week or so, I was terrified of being in front of the fireplace, and any bad smells... a CORPSE! But luckily, no. I soon told mum I knew Santa wasn't real though. After all, I was just as scared that my Dad would try to climb down the chimney. We have a chimney top with two thin tubes at the top of the chimney instead of an opening... but I was worried he would remove them. I continued to get presents from 'Santa' in a big sack for several more years though.