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I used to believe that Peter Pan n Tinkerbell were for real. I used to looked out my window every night and wait for them to come.I recall very well that i wanted to fly and to live with only kids.I guess thtat is why i believed him so much.And of course i dont want to grow-up.
I used to believe in fairies, or little people that lived in flowers. I believed that they loved the rain. I would get excited when it rained and I would sit outside watching the puddles. I hoped that I could catch them when they would come for a drink of water. I used to build little stick houses hoping that I could attract one to me. I believed in this up until I was about eleven years old. I had a very vivid imagination, and I still do. I guess there is a part of me that would still like to believe in fairies.
I used to believe that when your first tooth comes out you are supposed to put them under the pillow and the tooth fairy will gave you a quarter.
Also me and my friend used to believe, that gnomes live on the 5-th floor of my house, because I lived on the 6-th floor, and my friend on the 7-th. We decided that the 5-th floor would be the optimal place to place some gnomes.
I used to believe that the wind was full of fairies and that if you stared long enough and sat really still you would be able to see them moving people and things around. I also believed that tornadoes were gremlins who were mad they couldn't be fairies so they wanted to destroy everything the fairies made nice.
I used to believe that if you point at somebody you make holes in the air and the fairys fall over
The tooth fairy came to our house quite often as one by one as my brothers and my baby teeth fell out.
I was curious to find out the fairies name, and left a little card with my latest tooth asking what the fairies name was, and a space at the bottom at the card - "Please put your name here ....."
(Well the tooth fairy was in a bit of a quandry, because writing a name in human handwriting was sure to be a dead giveaway, and what was the tooth fairys name anyway?)
When I woke in the morning, the answer was quite clear, in the space provided was a brightly coloured star formed in glitter, There was no doubt that her name was 'Star'
My mum had my brother me and all my cousins believing in imaginary creatures called Gnomies. (You have to pronounce the g as in google).
We actually believed that the gnomies used to do all these sneaky little things. Whenever mum lost anything she used to blame the gnomies for stealing them. Especially her false teeth. I now have my children believing the same thing!!!!
I used to believe in unicorns. Whenever we'd take a long trip, I'd look for unicorns in the woods. Sometimes I'd pretend they were running beside the car and I'd think to them, run faster, or, we're stopping at the gas station, meet me there so I can pet you. When we'd get there, I'd realize all the other people scared them and so they wouldn't come.
My sister belived in Unicorns until she had 17 years !
i use to believe that you could catch little leprechaun on st. patricks day. My teacher in kindergarden on march 17th pulled out a brown paper bag all blown up. She said there was a leprechaun in it! But when she opened it up it was gone. She blamed the hole that existed in the bottom of the bag. I believed her.
I believed that lightning bugs were faeries....
::sigh:: I miss those enchanted years of my youth.
I believed that the milkman was really an elf. I used to try to stay up all night so I could see the elf for myself delivering our milk. I failed miserably until I was about six. I finally managed to stay awake. When I saw the truck stop I thought my heart heart was going to burst! Imagine my dissappointment when a regular guy walked up to my porch. It was my first major dissappointment in life.
I used to believe that there were fairies and elves living in every tree and plant. I used to talk to the trees and plants hoping the fairies and elves would come out and play with me.
The tooth Fairy smoked cigars and smelled like whiskey.
My parents used to tell me the tooth fairy had to levitate me in order to get the tooth from under my pillow, so one year I decided to stay awake and see what happened with that. Well, I fell asleep anyway, but whilst putting the money under my pillow, my mother woke me up enough to give me the idea that I'd been levitated. I was thrilled, and ran into the hallway whooping with joy. I believed in the tooth fairy for an embarrassingly long time, especially since I was over the Santa lie by the time I was five.
When I was little, my mom told me that the tooth fairy used all the teeth she got to build a beautiful white castle. She told me that my teeth would be used to build the toilet.
I used to believe that smurfs were real. I never ate mushrooms. I still don't eat them.
My dad used to tell me that the orange fiery sparks that flew up the chimney from our open log fire we always had at Christmas time were fairies, off to report back to Father Christmas on my behaviour and, if I'd been good, to tell him what I wanted to unwrap on the big day...
Walking through the woods near my Grandma's house one day I came upon a small wooden treasure chest filled with treasures. I was sure the woods-fairies put it there, not my Grandma. She has never confessed!