make-believe

I used to believe…

When I was a child, more or less between 4 and 5 years old I used to always go for a walk with my father to the countryside or to the city in search of new adventures.
They were incredible times in which he had fun for everything, but he also had a slightly extravagant belief which was to believe in ghosts while I was afraid, so I could not walk alone at night or gloomy dusk.

I used to believe…

So, when I was in third grade, I was obsessed with WW2. I also had over 100 imaginary friends. This is a recipe for trouble. My favorite was an imaginary friend who was a black wolf who was part skeleton. He had chainsaws for hands, a tail that was on fire, red eyes, a really long tongue, and his name was “Killer”. He killed Nazis all day, and did nothing else. He literally just killed Nazis all day. I also had an imaginary friend named “Zeroe”, who was a winged wolf. Her fur was the pattern of a Pearl Harbor plane. I used to think that Zeroe would sit and the end of my bed and tell me stories from Iwo Jima/the battle of Midway. Did I mention she had a transgender kamikaze pilot named “Devil” for a best friend? Now, I’m 11, and it still creeps me out.

I used to believe…

At Christmas time, I used to believe that Santa Claus came to my home to put my gift at the foot of the Chistmas Tree for my happiness.

But I have discovered a true Santa Claus is my relative! I was very destabilized by my discovery

Now I don't believe in Santa Claus but I think it's important for a litte boy/girl to have the right to believe or not.

I used to believe…

When I was a little boy, I believed in Santa Claus… At every Christmas, we gathered all my family to spend a few days together. When the parents wanted to put the gifts under the Christmas' tree, they would tell us to go in our room during two minutes. But one day, I hid under the dinner table and I saw them who were putting the Christmas' gifts under the fir. I was highly sad… Even now when I see a Christmas movie, I remenber this moment.

I used to believe…

When I was a child, I used to believe in the tooth fairy. I used to hide the teeth in a little yellow jewelrybox in plastic that my older sister had given me. After my nap, my teeth had disappeared and I found a coin. A day, I lost my box and I put my teeth on the pillow.

During my nap my mom (the tooth fairy) looked for my tooth but did not find it but she still put a five- dollar note because she did not find a coin. When I woke up I was very happy because not only did I have a five- dollar note and the teeth stayed on my pillow. My dad made fun of her then said « oh the tooth fairy is myopic like your mother. »
Now I do not believe in the tooth fairy anymore because I grew up and that especially I do not lose my baby teeth anymore because I no longer have any.

I used to believe…

When I was a little boy, I believed in Santa Claus… At every Christmas, we gathered all my family to spend a few days together. When the parents wanted to put the gifts under the Christmas' tree, they would tell us to go in our room during two minutes. But one day, I hid under the dinner table and I saw them who were putting the Christmas' gifts under the fir. I was highly sad… Even now when I see a Christmas movie, I remenber this moment.

I used to believe…

When I was a child I used to believe that there were elves in my garden.At this time I had a dummy. One day my parents told me to make a decorated box to put my dummy. After making the box, they put it in the garden and my parents told me that the elves would give me a present. The next day I went to take the box and in the box there was a magnifying glass.
After this wonderful moment , I looked for elves in the plants every day with the magnifying glass and in my garden hut and also looked for insects until I was seven years old:)

I used to believe in Bloody Mary, the ghost that you call in the dark in front of a mirror in your bathroom late at night. One day my brother came in the bathroom and put on the light, I got scared and never called Mary again. Now I still don't want to stay in the dark in my bathroom!

I didn't actually believe this myself, but it would be funny if children believed that looking in funfair mirrors meant that you really had lost or put on weight!

I used to believe…

In the "Berenstain Bears" books, the bears are said to live in "Bear Country". Because of this, I thought that they lived on another planet, which was kinda like Earth but each country had a different species running the show (like there was a Cat Country, a Lizard Country, etc) and that somewhere on their planet there was a Human Country which was just like our world but a single country.

I used to believe…

This is a very elaborate belief that my mother fed me for some reason. It started when I was about six or seven and went on until I was *twelve*, although by then, I was starting to have my doubts.

She claimed that between dinner and bedtime, two to six "dream fairies" would fly around our roof and that each one was a centimeter high, and that at night, they'd sprinkle fairy dust on me and if the dust was gold, I'd have magical dreams, if it was silver I'd have "sleepy-dreamy dreams" (?), and if it was rainbow-colored, I'd have adventurous dreams. She also claimed they could mix fairy dust together to have a combination of those themes, that nightmares were brought by a different set of creatures, and that the more surreal parts of my dreams were their doing.

However, there were a few drawbacks according to her: if I shouted, they'd fly away but might come back, and being kissed goodnight specifically by her or Dad helped them stay and if I was kissed goodnight enough times, they could stick around even if I didn't get a kiss one night. She also claimed that my cat plushie's job was looking for them.

She said that there were these other fairies who were hybrids of them and the Tooth Fairy called "tinkly tooth fairies" that cleaned people's teeth who had forgotten their toothbrushes.

My cousin also believed in dream fairies, although he thought that they poured "dream goo" in your ear and that's where *all* dreams came from. He also thought that if you drank "dream goo", it would taste like cherry-flavored rum and you'd pass out but then have only good dreams. (I never bought that).

The weirdest part was that my dad also said something about dream fairies and he's not even superstitious or anything.

I used to believe…

When I was little I used to believe that every night, people who were buried in a cementery, would come out of their graves and kill those who had stayed in the cementery during the night.

That is why for a long time, I was afraid to go to cementeries to avoid getting trapped in there.

I used to believe…

When I was little, I thought that my blanket was alive, It was my friend.I used to speak with it in the morning, I used to sleep with it at night, I used to kiss it after sleeping and in the morning. Its name was Lala, I loved my blanket

I used to believe…

When, I was 10 years old I thought ghosts existed because my brother always scared me with this, he used to come to my room at night for him it was funny but not for me because i was young back then, now i am 16 years old and i am always scared hahahahah! and it’s so funny because now my mother is a clairvoyant

I used to believe No-Heart (From the Care Bears) lived behind my shower curtains. I was really afraid to get up at night and would have someone check the curtains before I pee

I used to believe…

When I was little I thought that the " coco " was under my bed and to protect me I covered myself with the sheets. and I thought if he saw me he would take me with him *The coco is the mexican boogeyman :'(