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When I was younger, my cousin used to try to convince me that I was adopted and I sometimes believed it."
I used to think that a con artist was someone who was really good at making complicated art.
I used to believe if i told lies my nose grow like Pinnochio
When my brother was four we visited a pond by my mother's workplace that ducks, and though I had been a many times before, for him it was the first time. Me and my siblings told him that we had been looking forward to this day for a long time and then explained that we had found him in this pond as a baby and that the Ducks were his real family and that when we left we were leaving him behind to be with them. At first he tried to argue that it couldn't be but we solemnly assured him it was all true. He totally believed it, dead serious and stared out into the lake and really thought about it and decided that being with his duck family was the right thing to do. When mom found out about our prank she quickly cleared everything up but he still acted weird for a while whenever he saw ducks.
I convinced my little brother that bubbles were your possible futures and once you popped them, they were destined to happen to you. I told him that the reason you see a tiny version of yourself in them (your reflection) was because that was the future you but that I could see really well and only I could make out what they were. I would blow a bunch of bubbles and say there were a bunch of different futures in them sand watch him excitedly pop the ones that I told him were really good. Sometimes when he was acting up I'd tell him one of the bunch was bad and then watch him pop and bubble and shout "oh no! Not that one!" But then after he'd freaked out about whatever bad future I said would happen, tell him the next bubble undid it. Some of his bad futures were getting bad grades in school, growing up ugly, losing all his teeth, or just getting trouble for what he might have done that day. But the future that made him really lose it and meltdown was that he would fall in love and get married. For some reason that future was utterly unbearable to a five year old.
My father used to make be believe that when there was thunder and lightning, the sound of thunder came from two clouds bumping into each other, and that the lightning came from the friction of the clouds. I believed this until i went to high school...
i used to think that i was smart
My dad told me that the TV only worked when it was raining. It didn't rain that much in my town, so i would get really excited when it would rain and I'd be able to watch TV all day when it rained, instead of going outside and playing in rain.
When I was four and getting my vaccinations, my sister terrified me by telling me what she thought shots were. She said they were a mixture of pus from old people's sores and cow skin that 'They' mixed in a blender and then stabbed into your skin to make you sick.
When I was little, my mom told me that those tiny bumps you get on your cheek, inside your lip or on your tongue were "lie bumps" and if you lied you would get them and everyone would know. I thought that was true till I was like 10 and even when I caught on, I still thought that it was just a slang term everyone used for it. I thought that until a little over a year ago. ...I'm 22 lol. I have been calling it that to other people for my entire life and no one has ever said anything. The only reason I found out was because I called it that infront of my boyfriend (who looked at me with an extremely confused expression) and my mom, she then laughed for a good 10 minutes.
My parents used to tell me that back in the day ( not sure when ) if you lied people would gather around you for a ceremony where someone would cut out your tongue.
My grandma told me that if I misbehaved, the men in the garbage truck would take me away forever. Apparently they had a whole battalion of bad kids.
My grandmother is really ageist, and she said that nobody is really an adult until they're thirty-seven. I really thought it was true, and that the government was stupid for letting people vote and drive and own property before then. It was only upon discussing it in class that I realized that was horrible and oppressive and ageist. I still feel stupid and guilty for ever thinking that.
When I was being ugly to my parents or whoever, my parents would tell me I was acting like Hateful Hannah (my names not Hannah and I didn't know anyone with that name). The first time they said this I asked who that was and they told me she was a mean ugly old lady who lived at the dump and if I didn't get my act together they would take me to live with her. They used this threat pretty regularly when I was little. And I believed she was a real person for a long time after I stopped believing they would take me there.
i used to think my pants would catch on fire when i lied, now it explains that i tend to tell the truth 98% than i lie.
I thought that smart people never made mistakes!
My mom liked watching a lot of Maury Povich and judicial shows when I was young and these shows always featured segments where lie detectors were used.
Consequently, I grew up thinking that lie detectors were so commonplace that every school, store, and police officer used them all the time. Because of this, I practically never lied as a child because I was scared someone would hook me up to a lie detector and prove that I was lying. As an adult, now I know better but even still, I find it very difficult to tell lies.
I used to believe that the world was all lying to me about everything, like my parents weren't really my parents and everyone was secretly planning my life for me... Like if I met a new person, it was all part of the worlds plan. And if I tripped, it was people secretly underground grabbing my foot so I tripped as revenge for me being mean to someone. It was quite funny at the time to think that if I told anyone this, they would lie to me that this isn't true...
My older sister once convinced me that the Russian word babushka (grandmother) meant 'an old person with wings'. She said she was a babushka, and when I asked where her wings were she said her shoulder blades were hidden wings. I spent the next few days trying to get my 'wings' to open up.
My older sister once told me that the bath-bomb she had in her room was a real bomb. I became convinced she was secretly from the army.