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After watching many films I believed I was a princess and my family was my guardians. I thought they were waiting till I turned 16 till they told me the truth. I grew out of it eventually but I never told anyone for fear that the person they were hiding me from would find out.
My parents convinced me that when I was born they had the doctor surgically implanted a GPS tracking device behind my ear. I believed this so wholeheartedly that I went around telling all of my friends and their parents until my parents finally told me the truth.
when I was a kid some other kid told me that if you prank call the CIA they will send a electric "spike" to your phone and it will blow up. I belived him for a long time
When I was a kid I thought that there was only a small number (fewer than 100) bad people in the whole world, If only it were true...
I thought if someone asked something and said please you had no choice but to do it (I think my dad told me this once when I wouldn't do something)
I used to believe that if you told a lie that your face would develop blue spots. It was actually just my mum trying to scare me into telling her the truth!
My mom told me that if you break a pinkie-promise your pinkie will start to shrink untill it completely dissappears. I believed it for a long time and now I tell it to my little brothers.
I was 5 years old when my little brother was born, and my parents named him Alasdair, which my dad told me was short for 'Elastoplast'... I believed him for years!
I wanted a little sister so badly when I was 7 that I told my dad every morning for a month as he dropped me off for school--to go find an orphanage and take home a little girl. I believed that while I was at school, he would be out looking for orphanages, and I would be daydreaming about how much I could teach my new little sister. But whenever he picked me up and I asked him about it, he'd say he didn't go today. I was always so disappointed!
I believed that when you lied, a silver screwdriver would shoot out of Heaven and unscrew your bellybutton and your BUTT would FALL OFF, and you’d be SHOWN to be a liar!
How did I come up with that one? I didn’t– MOM told me that, and I believed her. Asked when I was grown up why she told me that, and she said, “Well, Suzi, whenever you were trying to lie to me, the first thing you did was cover your stomach”. Yup, my Mom!
I covered for my brother because he would come back late. After that my mother she told me something that makes me scare because I used to believe her when she said “the devil is coming to your dream.”
I used to believe most people were smart!
When I was little, my dad told me the reason i got freckles is because he lifted me up against a screen when a cow farted then he would sit me out in the sun to dry. I believed him for years
my gram told me that if you could lick your elbow you would switch genders, if you were a girl you'd become a boy, and vice versa. i believed it for a good three years after that, and still check to make sure while looking like an idiot trying to lick my elbow.
When I was about 6, I had my little sister (age 3) convinced that a picture of a girl sitting in a field with a barn in the background was me before she was born and that we lived on that farm. I had her going for a few years before she realized it wasn't true.
When i was younger, my older cousin made me believe that m&ms grew in flowers, so everyday i would ask her and check her flowers for m&ms
When I was little my parents told me that the oil rigs off of the coast were pirate ships, and that they would come and take me away if I was bad. It frightened me so much, it even brought me to tears once.
I used to believe, thanks to my sister, that mannequins were once real people. She told me they were people that God had punished for being bad and they were 'frozen' forever.
When I was little, my dad told me that fish lived inside of my waterbed. I still remember trying so hard to see through the rubber lining so I could see the fish.
When I was four, my older brother told me that rolled hay bales were alligator houses, and I believed him until I was nine--I realized alligators don't live in Tennessee.