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When I was younger my brother told me he had to tell me a very sad secret. The secret was that when I was thirteen, my head was going to explode. There was no way I could tell my parents, because it was too sad of a subject for them and would really upset them.
I eventually forgot, until couple years later, a kid in class told us that he had a friend whose head blew up...
Turns out they were both lying! Luckily for me, I still have my head.
When I was little my mom told me I was allergic to chocolate, potatoes, and peanuts. I recently found out I'm not allergic to any of these things and my mom told me I was to prevent me from being overweight. I'm 22 years old.
my grandpa always told me his big white moustache was 2 mice ! , and i believed him and one day when i was about 5 i caught him trimming it and i screamed ''THINK OF THE MICE!'' and ran away crying , and he had to calmy explain that he was giving them a little haircut !
My brothers, who (as brothers often do) loved to mess with me, told me that every girl grew up to be a boy and every boy grew up to be a girl. I totally believed it.
My Grandad told me he invented carrots.
I used to believe that the little white bruises you sometimes get on your nails meant you'd told a lie and I had a bunch, thanks Mom :)
My nanna had a gold sovereign necklace and used to tell me that she had it because she was the Lady Mayoress of the town where we lived. I actually believed her and would tell people this. Then, when she had a burglary and all her jewellery got stolen, she told me that she wasn't the Lady MAyoress anymore, and I got really upset.
Just like Pinocchio. I used to believe that if you told a lie your nose would get big.
When I was in kindergarten, my dad told me that he had a pet dinosaur when he was growing up. The very next day at school it was show and tell so, of course, I stood up in front of everyone and told them about how MY dad used to have a dinosaur. I don't know if any of the other kids believed me, but my teacher sure got a good laugh out of it.
When I was 6 years old I used to believe that children who lied about whatever, their hair grew in the tongue.
I told my son that when he lied, something changed in his eyes and that's how I could tell when he wasnt telling the truth. My son later went to the bathroom mirror and looked deeply into his own eyes while telling himself lies to see what it was that changed in his eyes.
My Grandpa told me ALL KINDS OF STUFF when I was little. Here are a few:
1. He built the bridges at the park by the museum.
2. He owned the electric company.
3. He put the UHaul on top of the skyscraper in downtown Tulsa...by himself.
I was gullible...I believed all of these and everything else he said. I even went to school and told the teachers and students.
When I was about six or seven, my biggest fear was being kidnapped.
Once, while staying at my grandmother's, my great grandmother (who lived there) was sitting across the table from me while I ate my toast in the morning.
My grandmother makes the most AMAZING bread, but I was too young to appreciate it. I left the delicious thick crust on my plate and jumped up to leave.
My great grandmother looked at me and said "If you don't eat your crust, the crust man will come take you away until you're a teenager"
She then told me that when she was a little girl and wouldn't eat HER crust, the crust man (who was also an electrician) came in and almost took her away but she was a good girl and finished it before he could wisk her away.
I was absolutely terrified, and I ate my crust every morning from that day on.
My mom didn't want me to watch ninja turtles (who I LOVED) and the G-ma didnt like me getting into her stuff. So they convinced me the ninja turtles sold them this special cream called Brittany disappearing cream that they would threaten me with whenever I was being bad. Not only did I get very angry at my favorite heroes, but I actually believed I would just vanish off the face of the planet if I ever did anything wrong.
My mom worked nights when I was little and would then sleep most of the day when my dad was a work. To keep me from running around and playing outside while she was asleep my mom told me the garbage men kidnapped little kids they found outside and would take them away to sort garbage or something. I was afraid of the garbage man until I was too old to still believe such a thing! It didn't stop me from going outside though -I would just hide behind the house when they came.
I used to believe every single person in the world was a Spy conspiring against me and only acted normal so I wouldn't catch on.
My brother was born premature and was in an incubator for a little while. When I asked my dad why he was in a fish tank he told me it was because my brother was half fish and the doctors had to make sure his lungs worked well enough for him to live on land. I assume, or hope, that this was so I wouldn't be scared.
I only found out the truth when I told my mom how jealous I was that my brother could go swim with Ariel and the other mermaids and I couldn't.
A friend once told me about a boy who had left his backpack unzipped once while it was on his back. Apparently, someone put a bomb in the backpack and the kid exploded. I was 65% sure this was not true, but I still to this day make sure my backpack is completely zipped up whenever I go anywhere.
my grandpa would me whenever i was pouting that a bird would come and land on my bottom lip but i never saw any birds in grandparents house so i assumed that went on in the jungle
I went to a Catholic grade school, and we had a dress code which included dark socks. I hated to wear wool because I itched so badly. My mentally ill neurotic mother, terrified that I would no doubt get severely sick otherwise, desperately wanted me to have warm feet, so she told me that dark socks had to be wool socks. I was 25, and hadn’t gone near dark socks for years, when I found out the truth.