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When i was young, my parents told me that if i did something wrong they would know, because God wrote it on my forehead in invisible ink, that only parents could read...so whenever they saw me rubbing my forehead raw, they would look around to see what i had done.
I remember on the bus home from town and we were going past that field that sometimes have cows in. I was about 5 at the time and my mum pointed to the cows and said "Look! Nanny Pams!" And I actually thought they were called that, and one day I was with my nanny pam, going past some cows and..well you can probably figure out the rest XD
my mum also made me believe as a kid that if I didn't brush my hair Carrots would grow out of my hair, thus leading me to believe carrots were grown out of unbrushed hair and picked out to be eaten.
I didn't eat Carrots for a while after that
my dad used 2 tell me dat he bought me for a discount price of 100 bucks....nd i was mad at him till i was 11 fer buyin sch a cheap kid
When I was a child, my mom encouraged me and my brother to use good table manners by saying, "What if you got invited to eat with the Queen and she saw you eating with your fingers?"; and other things to that effect. So, being the literal-minded six-year-old I was, I believed that the Queen actually had people whose job it was to keep track of the table manners of all the children in the world, and then send dinner invitations to the ones with good manners, on the Queen's behalf. I seriously pictured the Queen sitting in her grandiose dining room, at a table with well-mannered little boys and girls all decked out in their best clothes. This gave me quite an incentive to improve my table manners, so obviously, my mom's words had an effect on me......but my invitation STILL hasn't arrived yet, and I'm 22, lol.
when i was 15 my friend alicie said that i act white but im not i black
i believed her for the longest time until i looked in the mirror
When I was about 6 or 7 my brother told me when you make a snow man it comes to life at night and eats the kids that made it. I never made a snow man after that until my mom told me the truth and I hit him upside the head for that mean lie.
My Mom knew when we lied because our 'Tongues would turn black'. Of course, she was 100% accurate as we'd refuse to stick them out when guilty.
We lived in remote 40's New England, and during our first visit to New York City, we both shouted "Mom - look!, that person must be an awful liar!!" upon seeing a Black person for the first time, To this day our grand-children are reluctent to show their tongues for fear of being caught in a lie.
When I was about 4 my mum told me that when I lied a black spot apppeared on my tounge. Not only did I believe this untill I was about ten I also used to sit in front of the mirror telling lies to try and see it!
When our oldest boy was 5, we bought him a bow-tie, in a brown paper bag, for his first school concert, but his little brother cried because he'd missed out on a present.
In a moment of desperation, we told him, "There's no need to cry, your present is still in the bag."
Of course, the bag was empty, but we told him that only Mommies and Daddies could see the little Fresh-Air inside.
Well, we had that little Fresh-Air doing somersaults, jumping in and out of the bag and all sorts of circus tricks.
He carried that crumpled little brown paper bag around for months, showing it to envious friends and to grown-ups with looks of barely strangled laughter on their faces. We had to warn family in advance that the Fresh-Air was being brought for a visit.
Things came to a head 6 months later when he realised that nobody was feeding the Fresh-Air.
We told him, "He's eating the inside of the paper bag"...
"But there's no holes in the bag", said he, triumphantly...
"But it only eats the inside of the bag", we shot back...
That bought us another couple of weeks. He swears blind now that he twigged it straightaway.
We all know different...
I use to believe that if you told a story/lie you would get a bump on your tongue.
When I was little, my ma made me go to Sunday School. For whatever reason, I got the idea that if you told a lie, then God would punish you. I once told a friend who had inadvertantly told a lie (she said she hadn't touched something when she accidentally had), that God would come round and burn down her house and kill her parents because of what she'd said.
Scary preaching Kid! It's a good job I don't believe in God anymore...
When I was very young my parents used to tell me I was found under a rock. Naturally, after being told this for years I believed it.
All was fun and games till we were at a grocery store when I was eight and an old friend of my mom's asked where I came from.
when i was about 5 my parents told me that when u were in bed, and u were bad an blue alien spider would come up and bite u thenu would become an alien spider too! i was never bad because of that lol
When I was little, my parents gave me a watch as a present on one of our family vacations. It fit me perfectly, and at night it would show stars in the background of the dial, and the sun during the day. It was my very first watch, and I loved it. We traveled all over the state, making pit-stops at family's houses, and visiting the coast, all the while my watch ticked marvelously. When we finally got home after a few days, I couldn't find the watch I had grown to love and cherish. I was devastated, but learned to live with disappointment, and move on.
A few weeks later, we revisited my grandparents, and Grandma had something new and exciting to show me. She said that Grandpa had given it to her as a gift, and she pulled back her sleeve to reveal a shining ticking replica of the watch I had lost - stars and all. I was shocked. My youthful suspicions awoke. For years I was convinced that I had left my precious watch at my grandparents' house and that my cheapskate grandpa found it and gave it to my grandma as a present. How could he do such a thing to me?!
It wasn't until recently that I thought about it harder, and realized that the band wasn't even the same, and that I had probably just left it in a hotel room somewhere in our travels. I recounted the story of my hot anger and betrayal when the granparentals came to visit recently, and we all had a good laugh.
My brother tortured me by saying he was going to eat the house and he'd bite into the woodwork in the kitchen. Everyone laughed while I cried my eyes out and I could not understand why they were not worried!
i used to believe that if i lied my tounge would turn black so i used to stand in front of a mirror and lie so that it would turn when it wouldn't i thought i was not lieing properly and made up stupid lies over and over. i didn't know that lieing didn't turn your tounge black
About five years ago, my sister and I used to do everything together, we worked, lived, shopped and went out drinking together... I use to always complain of having a really dry mouth during the night and that my tounge was like sand paper.. She told me that you are always suppose to drink 4 pints of water every time you go out drinking.. Otherwize you will swallow your tounge! I only found out a few months ago, I can't believe i could be so gullibile for like..4 years..I can be such a bone head! whats funnier is that i am 22 now!
When I was younger I would talk constantly. So to shut me up my Dad told me people only have a certain amout of words in their lifetime and if I used them all up I wouldn't be able to speak when I was older.
I used to believe that if you were a tattle tale, then you would actually begin to grow a tail from behind. When I got older and figured out it wasn't true, i would tell my younger sisters the same thing. It was great because they would always look behind them.
I was a very big "story teller" when I was about 4 or 5, so my mother told me that green smoke came out of my ears everytime I lied. Soon I started telling stories while covering my ears with my hands.