make-believe

I used to believe…

hi. i'm 12 and i imagine that my yard, (which is very forest-like) is a preserve for fairies. my parents are the caretakers. (but they really don't know it) one day, i planted a little garden of my own in the back. it is now the home of the fairy queen. she was so greatful that she gave me a kiss on the forehead which gave me the power to talk to the fairies in their language. though to me, it sounds like english. i don't know most of the fairies, but a few have spoken to me. i have a small stack of papers with drawings of the fairies i have met. someday there'll be a BUNCH of pictures in there.
whenever there's sick or hurt fairies, i nurse them back to health.

well, i have to go and check the preserve, so i have to stop writing.

I used to have an imaginary friend called Bob, who lived in my Nan's bathroom cupboard. He used to talk to me when I went to the toliet. He had red hair, and was originally from Scotland, however moved to London for work. Its strange I knew this as I didnt know what Scottland was when I was that age (3)

I'm 12 right now and I'm gonna be 13 in november, I have alot of friends but I still need someone to talk to and to tell me right and wrong and make me laugh. His name is Jasper and he's like casper but he's really cute and he has a crush on me. he's 12 2 and I even do his voice when I talk to him. Cause I can talk like a guy.

i used to think that there was a goblin under my bed. he had green tinted skin, red narrow eyes, and tiny brown hairs on his head. i thought that when i let my feet hung over the edge of my bed, he would slowly eat them. i also thought my bug bites were from him too (i used 2 get a lot of bug bites on my legs and feet). i would leap onto my bed to avoid walking past the space between the bed and the floor (wich is where the goblin lived). the goblin slowly vanished from my mind as i got more mature. i am 12 now, and i stopped believing in the goblin when i was ten.

I used to believe…

when me and my friend where in the 1st grade we were playing in the dirt and mulch behind the swings.we found this squashed raisin and pernounced it dead,but then we imagined its ghost popped up,and ran away,it was evil though.we called it haunted raisin.finally a few recesses later we caught haunted raisin,trained him to be nice and he was our best friend.the collection continued! we then imagined some of his family,haunted blueberry,haunted acorn,haunted grape,haunted cattipiller,and haunted m&m.we even brought old barbie props to recess and played with our friends.we even had haunted family book covers we created.haunted raisin would go everywhere with us and he would have sleepovers with us.he lived in the telephone pole at the playgroud.We stopped playing haunted rasin when we where in the 5th grade!!!

I used to believe…

well when i was 10 i couldnt sleep so i just went on my moms computer all the lights were off then i heard noises coming from the light then i saw this blobish like thing move torad the book shelf then i saw red glowing dots almost like eyes
thats when i got really freaked out so i turned the lights on and then the noise from the lights stoped the red dots were gone the the shade on the window moved! I still belive i saw ghosts .

I used to believe…

On one of my college breaks I went to go visit my half sisters. the oldest one was 5 at the time. we were hanging out in the front yard, when all of a sudden she looks up and screams "THE WICKED WITCH IS COMING!!!!"

I looked up into the sky where she was pointing but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I asked her how she knew the wicked witch was coming and she said because of the lines her broom leaves in the sky. she was pointing up at the exhaust lines left behind by an airplane, and went on to say how daddy told her all about it.

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When I was about five or six, my best friend told me that a witch was trapped in one of my bouncy balls, and If I didn't set her free she would take away all of my toys and haunt me forever. I believed her and ran crying to our moms!

I used to believe…

when i was little, my grandpa would pretend to open and close the windows in the car by pressing an "invisible" button located in the middle of the windshield. of course, he was using the side buttons with the other hands, but i thought it was so cool he had a magical, invisible button!!

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When I was small I believed in vampires so every night when I went to bed I would put all my "babies" on the outside edge of the bed and above my head while I scooched down under the covers so the vampires couldn't bite my neck.

i used to believe that when people clipped their toe nails and left it on the floor, it smelled like a witch. so ii would think it was a witches toe clippings. ii would go crazy and ask my parents for a lighter to blow away the witches spirit and stuff. haha

I used to believe…

when i was little, the neighbor kid (really mean boy) used to tell me that if i was standing in front of a mirror in the dark and spun around 3 times and said "bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary" then a headless bloody mary would come thru the mirror and try to steal your head. he told me that he cought his sister doing that and dove and got her out of the way JUST in the nick of time. i totaly believed this until i was like 16 or so! some boys can be so mean to little girls.. :(

I used to believe that my grandpa was the real Santa. Every year at my dad's company Christmas party he would dress up as Santa, and every year on Christmas Eve we would go look at Christmas lights and then when we returned home we would catch him in the house putting our toys out. He would walk out the sliding glass door and tell us he'd be back later, he had to deliver the rest of the toys to the other kids. He'd be gone for hours..

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When I was in 2nd grade me and my best friend beleived we were witches. Then in 4th grade me and another friend beleived we were twins and witches and that this guy in our class was possesed. We'd try to find spells and stuff in books. Its weird, cuz now I'm actually into witchcraft.

I used to believe…

when i was in 1st grade mt wonderful father told me that the Easter bunny peed on all the Easter candy. . . i didn't eat jelly beans for years especially the yellow ones

i cried on my 12th birthday because i didnt get my Hogwarts letter and i wasnt a witch. Then i cried again on my 13th because there was now i knew for sure the owls didnt get lost giving me my letter and i really wasnt a witch

i used to believe that Peter Pan would take me to Neverland but only if i told stories so everynight before i fell asleep i would tell my stuffed animals stories about Cinderella, Snow White, and ofcourse Peter Pan. I'm still waiting for him to show up. :)