make-believe

I used to believe…

In my house there has always been the same person running about: Not Me. He was never much of a friend as you can imagine, but he was VARY active. No one got along with him and I honestly don't want to even talk to him. Not Me is very mischievous, when something go's wrong it was always Not Me's fault. Latly though he sees to have calmed himself, but my things still go missing sometimes...

I used to believe…

When my brother was maybe 3 yrs old, I had a prism that hung from my window. I'd swing it around and rainbows would fly everywhere. I told him it was a fairy rainbow dance party. We'd put on music and dance all around the room. I was 19, but I secretly also still believed (and kinda still do, at age 30) that if we spun around fast enough, we could see the fairies that were hiding behind our backs while we danced.

I used to believe…

When I was little, and I couldn't get to sleep, I used to think that planes going overhead were aliens looking to kidnap children who weren't asleep when they should have been. I was always so scared, I would hide under the covers and shut my eyes tight and pretend with all my whole being that I was fast asleep so the aliens wouldn't take me away.

I used to believe…

When I was like 3 or 4, I used to think that there were two skeletons under my bed. So when I went to bed every night, I would jump from 2 feet away from my bed onto my bed, because I thought they would pull me under my bed.

I used to believe…

When I was little I believe there was a monster under my bed and if stood near the bed the monster would pull me under. So to get on the bed I made a running leap to make sure I didnt get attacked by the monster. I had once heard my dad say a bastard was a bad person so every time I went to get off my bed I would scream "Okay you bastard if you touch me I will tell my daddy and he will kill you!" I would then leap off my bed and go on with my routine. My parents never knew because I was the only one who slept upstairs and my parents were downstairs. But one day my aunt was upstairs on the computer when a neighbor she had never met went up stairs to use my bathroom beacuse he was visting my parents and all the bathrooms downstairs had overflooded. When he had entered my room he had woke me up. I then went to get off the bed and screamed what I screamed every morning. My aunt had seen the man enter and when she heard me she came running in at the same time the neighbor came running out of my bathroom with his pants unziped to see what had happened. When my aunt asked me why I had screamed that I told her the monster was going to hurt me. She thought I meant the neighbor. I had a lot of explaing to do and so did my aunt because she had punched the neighbor and acused him of trying to rape me.

I used to believe…

when i was little me and my friends watched a movie that told us that we were faries if we could touch our tounges to our elbows.....none of us could do that and we REALLY wanted to be faries....they were so cool! well...i guess that we arnt faries

I used to believe…

Not alot of people know what Ferngully is. After I watched this movie (it was about how fairies needed trees to live in and mean people were going to cut them all down) I kept a look out for fairies in the trees that I climbed.

I watched a video one time that had an evil guy who sneaked into kids rooms in the middle of the night, and if they werent asleep he would turn them into ugly rats and carry them off in a sack. There was always that little bit of urgency to get to sleep from then on.... Incidentally, if anyone knows what that film was called, id be really grateful if u let me know...

I once believed in the magic of Santa Clause. The magic of the Easter Bunny, and even the magic of the Tooth Fairy, even though i found her to be cheap at times. Until some friend at school told me they weren`t real. But you know what, i still believe in the magic of the imagination and the playfulness of a child.

I used to believe…

When I was 11 or so, a friend and I decided to have a seance. We drew the board, found a suitable glass, and sat down at the dining room in my house. Half way through it, the glass broke (crystal - my mom was really mad...). We called another friend, who was the school expert on all spiritual things, and she said that when the glass breaks it means the spirit is free in your house and doesn't want to leave. I was horrified.

It took me a few years before I was able to go in the dining room when I was home alone...

I used to think I had a serial killer as a friend... Thats why i never let him by my cereal... His name was "Pete Killerr" I dont know where i got that name from, anyway, i always ate unde rthe table, because Pete, "annoyed" me.
And uhm... well thats it really... It's stupid, but... hehe.

I used to believe…

When I was quite young, maybe 3 or 4, I believed that there was a ghost in our house. I'd ask him to do all sorts of things for me, like to bring me the gumballs from the counter, or help me fly around the house. He didn't ever help me out, but since I was SURE he existed, I assumed he was just very stubborn. I would get very angry with him, and yell into thin air each time he didn't do what I asked him to, which was very often.

I used to believe…

when i was little, i had an imaginary friend named Liza. one day, i was in the car with my mom and dad when i said, "mommy, Liza just called me an asshole." oops

(she really did! i swear!)

I used to believe…

When I was much younger, I woke up before everyone else on weekends. But I was always afraid to leave my bed because I feared when I walked from my bedroom, Chuck E. Cheese would be there with a huge scary grin on his face, ready to kill and eat me. So I'd be yelling for my parents to wake up from across the hall, horrified to even get out from under my covers.
I don't know why Chuck E. Cheese seemed frightening (Especially since I now own pet rats), but he was.

I used to have an imaginary friend who was a monkey. He never had a name, just monkey. When I went anywhere with my mam, I wudn't let mam cross the road with out holding his hand. My mam used to get very angry and once shouted at monkey in the street, telling him to keep up and stop walkin slow. Whos the crazy one I ask u?

I used to believe…

We used to pretend that we were velociraptors (Lisa watched too much jurassic park) and run around the playground when we were about 8 or 9, picking out our "prey", chasing them down and snarling at them, tearing at their necks with our first two fingers... we truly, truly beleived we were raptors, but no wonder our peers think we're freaks to this day!

I used to believe…

My friend told me that when somebody sneezed and I said "bless you", if I didn't clap my hands twice I would kill a fairy. I believed this until about the age of 11.