make-believe

I used to believe in Santa until my parents told me he was dead. One day, before christmas, I found my presents in a suitcase. Out of desperation, and under the pressure of a very inquisitive child, they eplained to me that he died of old age, and they had to buy the presents themselves so I would not be dissapointed and left empty handed.

I used to believe…

When I was in elementary school, the gymnasium had a big vent-like thing over the basketball hoops. The gym teacher told us that a kissy monster lived up there and would blow kisses at us.

I believed that Bloody Mary's favorite color was hot pink, and if I happened to make the mistake of wearing hot pink while saying "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary" in front of a mirror in a dark room, all would be lost. Especially if it was exactly midnight.

I was petrified out of my mind about this.

I used to believe…

When i was young i used to think that there were monsters in the cupboard and i had to shut them up at night. Even today i have to shut the cupboard at night

I used to believe…

When my sister and I were little, my mum used to tell us she could see through walls.
Every time we tried to steal biscuits from the biscuit tin, she would shout from another room "I can see through walls, you know!"
We boasted to all of our friends that our mum had X-ray vision and really believed it, for years!
It was only later that it dawned on us she could just hear the sound of the lid being lifted...

I could never have my feet on the floor when the Dr.Who music came on because I thought the monsters from the programme could trace me

I used to believe that by holding one hand over my eye and keeping my eyes open, that i could magically "see through my hand". When I introduced this trick to the rest of the class, we all felt like we had discovered something amazing that Adults had missed of years!

I used to believe…

My mum used to take us to the park to visit the 'magic cheggy tree'. We held hands, closed our eyes and shouted 'Izzy wizzy lets get busy CHEGGYS' and conkers would come raining down from the tree. Even though I'm now 31, my mum still insists it was really magic.

I used to believe in Father Christmas unconditionally after my dad dressed up in a Santa Claus outfit and rendered my sister and I speechless. Imagine my dismay when, many years later but still convinced, I picked a bag out of the boot of his car that made bell-like noises and nosily looked inside. Gutted.

I used to believe…

When I was 3 a man dressed as Father Christmas visited us at nursery school. I remember he had a cotton wool beard which completely obscured his mouth and I was baffled as to how he could eat without a mouth. So I asked him what he ate and he seemed slightly puzzled by the question and said "Potatoes and stuff like normal people!"

I was so unpopular with girls when I was younger that I made up an imaginary girlfriend. Not just any girlfriend though: I told everyone I was going out with Carol Decker's sister (Carol Decker - singer with 80's band T'Pau). I called her Vicki. I am sad.

I use to believe that I had miniature people that lived n my pocket (affectionately called pocket people). I always thought their favorite thing to do was look out the car window while we were driving.

I used to believe there was a magical invisible man in the sky that watched everything I did, and he loved me very much. Until I grew up and realized imaginary friends are just that--imaginary.

I used to have an imaginary friend called Deee [or Dean, maybe?] who I'd play with all the time. We used to be chased by men wearing bowler hats made entirly of shadows!?! Scary!

I used to believe that the fairies wrote letter to me, and that they worte them out relly small then flew round and round them until they got big enough for me to read.

It took years for my mum to tell me it was really her....

I used to believe…

When I was four I became scared of robots and thought they wanted to freeze me. It's not true though, they really only want to rule the world instead.