make-believe

I used to believe…

My brother and I used to think that there were monsters would lived under bridges and highway overpasses. Whenever we drove under a bridge we would duck to make sure that the monsters couldn't grab us. Even now sometimes as a passenger I'll start falling back on old habits.

I used to believe…

When I was about seven, I convinced my little sister that I was actually Hermione Granger from Harry Potter and that every night I flew to Hogwarts with Ron and Harry. She believed me until she was about twelve.

I used to believe…

When I was little I used to thing that there was a little sleeping goblin in every subwoofer, because whenever my older brother used to turn the music on, the speaker would kick.
i though the goblin was angry that the music had woke him up and started kicking at the speaker

I used to believe…

My brother and I used to believe that trolls lived under the parking spaces that say '15 minute parking only,' and if you parked there for longer than 15 minutes, the troll would come out and smash your car to pieces.

I used to believe that when I went to sleep, I'd have to cover my ears with my blanket, or else the monsters under my bed would eat them. I still do that to this day!

I used to believe…

when i was about 8 my then friend told me a story about the toilet monster and how if you flushed the toilet he would come and kill you and hide you under the floorboards.my mum was so angry because i didnt flush the toilet for about 6 weeks or so..still abit weary about it now even though i'm 18 (i do flush the toilet i just run away straight after)

I used to believe…

When I was younger, maybe about 5-6, I had two Imaginary friends named Littlee Fella and Micos. They lived under the bottom step of my staircase for a long time. I imagined that it looked like Mexico under there. Then, they moved into a hole in the wall of my bedroom. I used to pretend I could see inside and it was a dark room with a couch and TV. Once in awhile, you could hear Little Fella's mom yelling at him from another room.

I used to believe…

My family had this legendary ghost story that we would always tell on camping trips. It was about a man whose leg was cut off and he came looking for it. Well, my brother had me convinced that this ghost lived in the cupboards under my mom's china cabinet and that he and my brother were friends. If I ever did something to annoy my brother he would threaten to call out the ghost to come get me. The funniest thing is I always thought of it as a ghost leg. Older brothers are so mean sometimes (but I love him anyway).

I used to believe…

When i was little instead of leaving milk out for santa my parents would convince me to leave a glass of whiskey for him instead. Now I know why and it makes me laugh.

I used to believe…

When I was little, my father told me that every night there was this "sand man" that put sand in your eyes to get you sleepy. For years I really thought he came every night, specially because my eyes would actually feel as if they had sand...

I used to believe…

When I was little I had an imaginary friend named Tongue Jr. He seemed so real, and he actually taught me stuff I didnt know...some of the stuff wasnt true, but some was! My
parents were surprised when I knew what constipation was at age 4. But they thought that my freinds told me. Tongue Jr was called Tongue Jr coz he had a snake tongue...I know weird.

I used to believe…

Around age 5 or so, I used to be deathly afraid to walk to the bathroom at night, for fear of monsters. I lived in a large house, and most of my family, including my parents slept upstairs - while I had a bedroom on the 1st floor.

I thought that monsters came out at night, and would be prowling around the house, just waiting for some unsuspecting victim...

I would put on a scary monster mask and dark cape, left-over props from Halloween - thinking that if I looked like a monster too, they wouldn't attack me. I would just be another monster using the bathroom!

I remember being scared to death, peeing, hoping that my disguise was working... lol

I used to believe…

At the age of 4 and a half, I was convinced that I could teach myself to fly. I developed a training program that involved a step ladder, all of the pillows in the house, and counting aloud. I systematically lined the living room floor with pillows, climbed the ladder, and jumped, counting the Mississippis before I landed on the softened floor. Each jump, I strained to stay in the air a little longer by means of elaborate arm waving.

I used to think that foxes would come and eat me in my sleep because my older cousin told me that they would. The only way to survive the night was to cover my body up to my neck with my blanket. I still get a little freaked if I wake up and my neck is showing!

I used to believe…

When my sister and I were little, my dad use to tell us that the only reason why the other kids didn't believe in Santa was because they were deemed to be very bad kids. He use to also say that other kids would try really hard to make us not believe in Santa so we can be bad kids like them. Since my dad was a single parent raising two girl, he did EVERYTHING possible to keep us believing so we would stay good kids ... haha.

My dad had me going until I was 14 (yes I said 14) believe me HE WAS GOOD!! Brainwashing-ly GOOD!!

I was always told as a child that the cupboard in the kitchen containing bleach, cleaning fluids and other hazzardous chemicals contained a monster.

However if my parents had told me that there was nothing of interest in there, I wouldn't have constantly tried to find out what the monster looked like.