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I used to eat alot, and my mom would never make enough for me and my brothers. So while they were young I would tell them that I put poison in their food and that only I have the antidote. Sure enough they would cry and stop eatting and I would take their food.
When I was little, maybe 6, I really really really wanted a puppy. So my devious older brother (9 at the time) told me if I ran around the neighborhood naked screaming "LOOK AT ME!" I could get anything I wanted. So guess what I did? Yup- you guessed it. Ran around our coldesac screaming "LOOK AT ME!" Buck naked. I believed that till i was 7. Then, I was totally embarrased. Still get teased about it. Not pleasant.
When I was a little girl I used to believe that when you told a lie your tounge would turn black. To this day, when my children tell me a "fib" I ask them to stick out their tounges.
My sister once told me that we had a big party with cotton candy and lots of sweets at school when I was sick. I belived her and kept nagging my mom to get candy because I thought my sister got candy at school. I was depressed the whole day before my mom told me that the party never happened.
The father of one of my brother's friends told him and his son that if they ran around naked outside in the snow, it was good for their heart and they would never have a heart attack - so they did it
When I was little my sister would tell me that if i was lying she would pull out what really was: a little Barbie sewing machine and give it a map that showed where I was and shoot out a huge boxing glove and punchmy teeth out one by one. She called it "the Truth Machine" I believed it for years!!
When i was younger around 6 or 7 (I am 13 at this time) We had some "friends" who were around my age now. They would tell me and my friends about the Sunday Man and that he only came out on Sundays. Well it just so happens that particular day was in fact a Sunday. So in the evening (that is when the Sunday man would come out you know) we gathered our little group of 6 and 7 year old friends to go to kill the Sunday Man. We weren't quite sure why he needed to be killed but we knew he needed to be killed but we were the ones who had to do it. So afte running around the neighborhood with pointy sticks we finally gave up and said we'd get him next time. Well the next day Those older "friends" told us about the Monday man so obviously we had to go and kill him too. It kept going on like that until somewhere around Thursday Man when i realized that those men probably never existed.
In second grade I convinced my best friend that I was a witch. I told her that our mean teacher Mr. Baumgarten was the evil troll king in disguise, and that one day i would defeat him with my dog Lacey (who was really a magical talking unicorn in disguise). my friend asked me if she could help me defeat my teacher, and I dubbed her as my sidekick. For years I made up stories (like my neighbor was the evil black dragon, and my grandmother was a fairy) and we would dart around the neighborhood, loooking for mythical creatures, and me pretending I was awitch. She believed me until (get this) SEVENTH GRADE! Her face turned completly white went i told her. Now as seniors we still laugh hysteriucally when one of us brings it up.
when i was younger, i told one of my sisters, whom was 3 years younger than me, that she had just eaten poison and would die within the hour.
she used to get so scared that she would put her rollerblades on and ride around saying, "this is the last time i'll be able to do this."
and then she would say, "but am i really going to die?!"
my response, "yes kayla, i'm so sorry, but yr going to die very soon."
i did this no less than 50 times and every single time she believed me.
When I was in second and third grade, I had a grandiose delusion . . . well, to be more accurate, I didn't have it, I thought of it, and convinced my best friend, Jonathan, that it was true.
I told Jonathan that this other kid (whom I really didn't know that well) named Eric had super ESP powers, and that I was his "manager", basically. Jonathatn devoted so much time and research into ESP so he could be my 2nd manager in command . . . wow, he must have one heck of an inferiority complex by now.
My parents told me if I lied to them, my tongue would turn black, and boy did I believe it -- how else did they always know I'd lied? (Maybe it was from them saying suspiciously, "Let me see your tongue," and me furiously shaking my head no with my lips pressed shut!) I used to run to the bathroom mirror afterwards to catch before it returned to normal, but my parents nipped that in the bud by telling me only moms and dads could see it. Good trick -- I think I need to keep this one going with my own kids!
My grandmother used to tell us that if we lied there would be a black spot on our tongue. I remember once my sister and I were standing in the hall in front of the mirror with our tongues out (we must have recently been caught in a fig) and Grandma walked by and said as she passed, "Only I can see it." Thus convincing us that she could not only see the black spot but could read our minds. I really believed in the black spot on the tongue for years until one time when my sister and I were both telling the truth and Grandma saw the black spot!
My brother once convinced me to drink a puddle of mud by putting a straw in it and saying it was a chocolate milkshake.
...He also filled a bottle with warm soapy water and threw it all over me and told me it was acid. I cried.
ok, this is pretty mean, but when my sister was about 3, my older brother and i told her that she was born w/o butt cheeks. we told her that they had to put fake ones on, and that she was the first person to ever have that opperation. she really believed us for about 3 years, we don't know how she found out, but she got mad about it. to this day (she is 11 now) she gets mad when we talk about it, but its a good laugh.
My parents are friends with another family from work, and this family has two kids, both of which are younger than me. One day, when they came over with their sons to visit, I got bored and told them that the antennae on the roof was actually an alien spaceship, and that if they got too close to the fireplace, an alien would come down, grab them, and eat them. They believed it entirely, and I thought it was pretty funny until they started throwing basketballs at the "spaceship"!
I recently had this conversation at the dinner table with my 7 year old brother...
me- Sit down and eat your supper.
me- Kuz you should be glad you've got a butt. Just think about all of those poor little children in Africa... they don't have enough money to afford butts. They can't even sit down.
him- How do they poop?
me- They can't! They just get bigger and bigger till they explode!
He believed me for awhile, till our mom told him the truth.
when i was younger my older sister, and my two neighbors tricked me into thinking that if they went into the garage they could warp into the car motor and become smaller and travel through the car. they told me i was too young to do it, and when they came out they pretended to have heart failure. i actually believed them for a whole year. when they would go in the garage they would shut the door and yell like they were traveling. i was stupid.
my little sister used to chatter non-stop at night when we went to bed. To get her to be quiet, i would tell her every night "be quiet, or else the (random name of animal or made up creature) will come to get you!"
so one night, she is starting to chatter before the lights are even out, so i tell her "be quiet! or the wild wild wombats will come to eat you up!"
by now she had been catching on to my plot, so when my mom came in to tuck us in, she asked "mom, is there such a thing as a wild wild wombat?" to which my mother replied "yes, of course."
my sister broke out into hysterical tears, and i broke into hysterical laughter. it took my mom a good twenty minutes to calm either of us down enough to tell her what had happened.
My best friend in fourth grade was really mean to me. One night, I was sleeping over at her house and she was telling me about how much she hates her parents and her siblings. I made her believe that her whole family was robots and that my fourth grade teacher(we both had different teachers in school) was the person behind it all. He would come into their house while everyone is sleeping and take her parents and her siblings and then replace them with robots. The "real" people were then taken hostage in my teacher's basement. She believed me for a long time. Then she would start to cry and tell me that she miss her parents and her siblings and she want them back. I would tell her that I will talk my teacher into letting them come back.
when i was young my two cousins held me down and put nail polish on my nails and then one of them said "oh no we've put the red polish on him what are we going to to" now really worried i said "why wat does the red nail polish do" she told me that red nail polish is poision i ran crying to mum who assured me they were lying