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I used to believe…

My mom made a song when I was little called Chrissy "Bear". I got very confused and used to think and tell people that my last name was Bear. I insisted that it was and my pre school teacher had to call my mom to ask if my last name was really different then hers.

I used to believe…

My friend Trev told me the following lies in Primary School.

- He had Coco The Clown's phone number.
- He had an elevator in his house.
- He had monsters in his garden that lived in a hole and at night they would let you in to play.
- He had a room in his house where when you opened the door you went to a secret island where it was always sunny and people gave you back massages.

This from a boy I was later to get on TV's Live & Kicking. Charming.

I used to believe that when you hit adulthood that you had to change your name to something like Betty or Anne, because little kids aren't called names like that.

I used to believe…

My mum told me that when I told a lie, blue smoke came out of my ears. The worse the lie, the more smoke there was. I thought I could fool her by putting my hands over my ears when I told a whopper. Of course then, she had a clear indicator of when I was lying. DOH!

I used to believe…

Not strictly mine, but I had a friend (let's call him Keith, that's his name) whose dad told him that numbers went in the sequesnce 'one, two, three, four, five, six, several' . . . he was nearly into secondary school before much persuasion got him to grudgingly concede the existence of the number seven.

I used to believe…

When I was little and my sister was just learning to write, I taught her that the proper spelling of her name was Katiewxyz. She spelt it like that for quite a while.

I used to believe…

not actually my beliefs, but things i have convinced friends of mine. the capital of england had moved to manchester, so the northener's could have a day out; the pope is a jew; that my sister has a moustache and that spock and uhuru got together in star trek 1 and had a baby called wharf.

I used to believe…

one of my older brothers had a friend called dick, which he explained was short for richard. he also told me that kate is short for bob, a lie i only just figured out.

I believed that my anorak was in fact an "Annarack" and therefore named after me! So, by default, you could have a "Katherinerack", a "Beckyrack" or a "Simonrack"

I convinced my sister she was adopted. From the age of eight to eleven she firmly believed that my parents had found her at an orphanage, and her real parents were gypsys who couldn't afford to feed a dog and a little girl so they got rid of her. When ever she asked for proof I'd point our that our family photo album didn't have any pictures of her under the age of three (which was true). It took her a long time getting over the truth >:-}

I used to believe…

When I was about 6 my older sister told me I was adopted and that my real parents were the Indians who owned our local sweet shop and were currently going through the courts to try and get me back. When I asked mum, she laughed, and I ended up believing this until I was 10yrs old. I never used that sweet shop.

I used to believe that I was a boy, and I told anyone that asked that my name was Stephen Timothy James. Particularly embarrassing for my mother when someone told her that I would grow up to be a fine young man.

I used to have to hang around with a kid called david who was much younger than me because his mum was friends with my mum but I didn't want to hang around with him so I used to make up stories so that he wouldn't come out with me and my mates. I once told him that the Chicago Bears were training up at the park and if they saw him then William "the fridge" Perry would jump on him and squash him. Another time I told him they had built a spaghetti junction in our village up South Row and it was too dangerous for him to come and play with me. I feel a bit guilty now but at the time I thought it was well funny. (And he believed me).

I used to believe…

Caravan holidays are fun.

I used to believe…

Me and a load of mates convinced my sister and all her mates that Lisa Stansfield (she of "Been around the World" fame) used to be a bloke called Stan Lisafield who was a coal miner from Yorkshire before becoming a singer ... she managed to convince her whole year at junior school it became Gospel ...