make-believe

I used to think that these icicle ornaments on our Christmas tree were magic wands. I would take them off and perform magic all over the house. Once I waved it over my room saying that the magic would clean my room. I was proved right when I came back and my room was clean. I found out later that my mom did it for me so I would continue to believe in magic.

I used to believe that shadows were people trying to take over the world, and as the day went on they got bigger and bigger ( for all you idiots out there that means the sun was setting)I thought shadows were trying to raise an army.

I had two imaginary friends - Saucy and Basket - we did everthing together when i was little. Saucy was a girl my age, about 3 or 4, and Basket was a ghost who carried around a picknick basket. I used to sit on the stairs and prentended it was my car, we would go everywhere together!

I used to believe that ghosts had special calls to come out of my closent and I had to be really quiet or I might say the special call that the ghosts have and they would come and get me

I used to believe that every time I exited my room ghosts would come out of my closent and when I went in my room they would go back in the closent. But this was only at night.

I used to believe that there were mosters who lived in the vents and if I stepped on the floor in the dark they would be able to get me. This belief was the result of a recurring nightmare I had when I was little and even though I know it's silly now I still have to have the lamp beside my ben on until I'm safely off the floor.

I used to believe…

When I was like 3 or 4, I use to always be at my grandma's house. Everytime I used the bathroom, I spoke to the wall because I thought "the littles" lived there. fun times

I only had one imaginary friend. He was a boy, and his name was Jane. No matter how hard anyone ever tried to convince me that Jane was a girl's name, I would not be swayed. Jane was a boy. Jane and I didn't get along too well. I would get really upset when sitting in the back of the car and when asked what's wrong simply retort, "Jane's saying bad words!" He was, however, my sole companion and dearest friend whenever my sisters would kick me out of their room...

I don't know whatever happened to Jane. I have a feeling he left because I got too mad at him.

I still miss him. ;)

I used to believe…

When I was younger, I used to tell my little sister(8 years younger than me)that the boogy-man was going to get her if she didn't do what I told her to do, it worked for as long as I can remember.

I used to believe…

When I was a wee lil' chicken, my sister told me that there was a little old lady inside of me, and she would say something and it would come out of my mouth as if i were saying it. Also when she farted, it would come out as if i had farted, and i was so mortified at this old lady living inside of me that i tried pooping her out.

i used to believe that if i went to bed too late i didn't get my quarter for my tooth. so, i always went to bed really early, kinda like kids do on Christmas eve, so i would get my money and go shopping.

I used to believe that a witch lived under our stairs because there is a little storage space with a door under them and they creak loudly when you walk on them. I told my friend that she jumped up at you if you didn't go fast enough and she is still afraid of them.... hehe.

i had an imaginary friend named stanley. he was a venus flytrap. i thought he came from venus. he had legs and arms and eyes and a tail and - get this - greasy black hair. i was weird.

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When I was 10, my 15 year old sister told me that the Easter Bunny was really a murderer in a bunny suit. Then she told me that if the Easter eggs we decorated weren't up to snuff, he'd kill us all in our sleep. I stayed up all night the night before Easter and never participated in Easter egg decorating after that. It's been 6 years and I still don't.

I used to believe…

When I was little, I had 10 imaginary friends. I was also a messy child, and refused to belive that I was the one who messed up my room. I blamed it on my imaginary friends. One day, when I was about 7, my dad told me I was grounded untill my room was clean. I got so pissed that I threw all 10 imaginary friends out the window. After that, I had no more imaginary friends.

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My Dad when he was a child was convinced that the easter bunny lived in a tree outside his house, because the tree looked like it had a door on it. I guess he must have been mighty hungry for chocolate because he chopped away at the tree!