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i used to believe that if u lied ur tongue would fall out
my friend at camp told me that he used to live next door to the 20th century fox logo because the rent was cheap,but getting some sleep was next to impossible because of all the fanfair music and lights, he said that his father used to
shout out the window at it and say; Hey!! give it a rest allready! I'm trying to sleep!!
My poor dear friend "Al" had a belief until he was 31 that is just so sad. He came from a family of abusive alcoholics that were extremely dysfunctional. One day we were out at some event in a park - it might have been a 4th of July picnic - and it came out that he honestly believed that all the families and kids that appeared to be having fun and getting along nicely with each other were only playing their proper public roles. In his family that was how everyone was supposed to act in public so the "social workers wouldn't get them and take them away". But all the way til that conversation at the age of 31, he believed that all the happy families were just play acting. I think he may still, to this day, have a few doubts on it. Its so sad that anyone has to grow up in a way that could allow them to believe that and for so long.
my mother always told me that she can tell when im lying because when you lie you tounge turns black
Not all erroneous beliefs can be attributed to the ignorance of youth. When I was in college we convinced a good friend that you could save on shampoo costs if you froze it and then sliced off a thin portion when you needed it. We found her shampoo in the freezer the next day. Don't worry, she went on to get her Ph.D. in biochemistry.
I always believed that my dad went to school with Billy Bunter. I think my brother believed it too!
My father told me that if I lie my mouth will stink.
In early elementary school, kindergarden or 1st grade, I had 2 friends who were brother and sister. The sister was my age, her brother was I think in 4th. I used to sit with them on the bus, hang out with them at recess and that kind of thing. Well one day on the bus, they began telling me about their house. They said they lived in the sky above the clouds, and had to get to their house by a magic bean stock, and they had jars of stars and lightning bolts. I believed them and was in total awe and amazement and wanted so badly to go to their house.
Whem I was about 3 or 4, my sister told me that I was adopted and was actualy Robbin Robin William's son.
When I was six, my brother (who resembles me closely) had me convinced that I was adopted and that my real name was Earl. He knew that my parents misplaced my birth certificate and used that as evidence to support his argument. It worked on me, because I came into the kitchen, crying to my mom!
When you lie your lips move or your eye turn green
Well this one isnt exactly a belief of my own but as a big brother im quilty for my little sister believing still at the age of 8 in a second dimension that exists right here next to our own called "marioworld". Its a place where one is invisible to
the ones still in the real world and they cant hear you either.
Maybe im cruel but i just couldnt stand listening to her whining and so i took a toy wand and cast a spell that transported her to this marioworld, and then i pretended to not see or hear her at all. I even got my friends in it too and we have had quite a few laughs during these past years. Maybe ill tell her when she turns nine..
My mother didn't want me outside at night so she told me i had to come in or else 'the night air would get me'
My daughter started tennis lessons and was naive as little girls are. She was very excited about the tennis pro teaching types of swings and asked me what an overhead swing was called. I told her it was a "Loblolly" swing and to tell the pro. She was PO'ed for awhile. Even before that when she was in preschool and I'd come back from hunting I had a tear in my shirt when I fell down and told her a bear attacked me but that I fought it off. She told her classmates about how brave her daddy was and her classmates told her there were no bears anywhere near here. Now she's 22 and still a bit naive. She was in Acapulco and asked a guy to watch her purse while she went to the bathroom, came back and no guy and no purse.
It wasn't actually one of my beliefs, but one of my work colleagues was told by his Dad that it was the law that you weren't allowed to have a full pudding until you were 13 years old. Another friend grew up believing that giraffes were called kangorillapigs, and that her Dad could only count to 3, which was the number of beers he always claimed to have had on a Sunday afternoon.
I believed that the snot coming out of my head was my brain leaking. My father told me this, and my mother told him not to tell me that, which I interpreted to mean that it was true, but that I was not ready to know this.
It's why I sniffed snot up my nose for years.
My mom had a lot of wives tales or whatever you want to call them. Lies? ! She said if you had a headache it was because you were constipated. Years later I thought it was her little joke, because it mean your head was full of you-know-what. But a woman I just spoke to had migraine headaches as a child and her mother subjected her to enemas thinking to cure them!. So seems it was a common enough notion. Cats carried Tuberculosis, Milk gave dogs worms, Cutting the skin between thumb and forefinger gave you tetanus! She had a million of them!
When I was in junior high school, I used to tell a lot of lies to my parents, friends, teachers and after that I ended up believing all my lies, but now, I say the truth all the time.
My grandfather had lost half of his right index finger in a work-related accident many years before I was born. When I was younger, he would tell me all sorts of stories about how he had lost his finger... but the common theme in his stories were that it was somehow my grandmother's fault.
She had chopped it off cutting veggies, she had sewn it off on the sewing machine, she had vacuumed it off while cleaning. But his favorite story, the one that kept me well away from my grandmother for a number of years, was that she had gotten mad at him for pointing at her, and bitten it off.
I was 9 before I learned the truth. In the interim, I would never point at ANYTHING in my grandmother's presence, nor would I give her hugs. I was determined that she wouldn't take a bite out of me.
When I was a very little girl I wanted to be -- surprise -- a ballerina. My parents and I were at a Chinese restaurant one day and when the fortune cookies came my Mom took one for me and read me the fortune: You will grow up to be a ballerina.
20 years later it hit me, and I confronted my Mom about it. She remembered that day, too, and confessed she had made it up. Now when we're eating Chinese food I get to tease her about "the big lie" :)