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This is not my belief, but a belief myself and my younger sibling gave to our youngest sibling. We told him that when you turn 18 you have to go live in the state that you were born in. He was very upset because he was born in North Carolina and the rest of the family was born in Texas. Our mother was actually told this by his 1st grade teacher, man were we in trouble! Kids...
When I was little we drove by a nuclear reacter in a near by town. I asked what it was but my parents did not want to tell me the truth... That day it was clear blue skys and white puffy clouds so they told me it was a "cloud maker". I believed this until I was much older and in school.
When we drove by it on a fieldtrip the teacher asked us what we thought it was and I argued with her when she told us it was a nuclear plant. I got written up for that. Thanks, parents!
I'm the youngest of 6 kids, and one of my brothers told me that I was such an ugly, bad baby that mom had her tubes tied the day I was born. I called him a liar, so he shouted, "MOM! Didn't you have your tubes tied when she was born so you couldn't have any more kids?" and she said "Well, yes." He teased me about it for a year. (Later, when we were in our 20s, we told our mom the rest of the story, and she was horrified!)
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
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 family all got together to watch Finding Nemo on dvd one night. My uncle and dad were talking about the voice of Dori being Ellen DeGeneris. They were talking about how she came out of the closet. But my little sister thought that Ellen lived in a closet. My uncle didn't help matter by telling her that yes Ellen lived in a closet and used a coffee can as a bathroom. SHe relayed all of her new found information to me and I set her staight on what coming out of the closet means. But everyn night I would go into her room to tell her goodnight. I would say " Goodnight Kerry" then open the closet door and say " Goodnight Ellen"
I found out at early that you couldn't always believe what your friends told you. When I was small, a friend of mine once told me that if you were bad or told a lie, then God put a big black mark up in the sky for everyone to see. For days, I went around afraid to look up.
about when i was 8 my brother and his friend said if i dress up like a girl ide get a free wish and i did and they tied me up to a chair and took my picture and still havent got my wish
When I Was About 4, I Used To Get This Painful Little Bump (Canker Sore) On The Side Of My Tongue That Kept Coming Back. So, I Cried To My Mother About It And She Told Me That It Was A Lie Bump. Miraculously, It Always Appeared Whenever I Lied.(Which Was Probably Triggered From The Nervousness Of Lying)
I Believed This Until I Was 10 Years Of Age.
***When i was little i used to wonder why some people had plump soft lips while others had small hard lips......then my little 4 year old mind came up with the idea that....if they told lies their lips would get smaller and if they said bad words their lips would get all hard and chapped.Then one day i took an oreo and my mom asked if i did and i said no...and right away i looked in the mirror and my lips looked smaller!! but it was just my imagination lol......but i still do not say bad words because i am still kind of worried if they will make my lips get all crusty lol....even though...if it did happen...there is always chap stick lol...but yeah...that's what i used to believe **hehe**
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.
When I was little and I did anything bad, my mom or dad would tell me that I better not do it again or "the man" would get me. I was terrified of "the man" even though I had never seen him or knew what he looked like!
But one day I was in the video store with my mom and I was complaining about something or other so she said "You better stop or the man's going to come and take you away!" And at the exact moment she said that, a really tall man in a black coat and hat looked right at me. Holy crap, was I scared! I stopped complaining, but afterwards I refused to go in that video store for years!
I convinced my sister she was adopted. From the age of eight to eleven she firmly believed that my parents had found her at an orphanage, and her real parents were gypsys who couldn't afford to feed a dog and a little girl so they got rid of her. When ever she asked for proof I'd point our that our family photo album didn't have any pictures of her under the age of three (which was true). It took her a long time getting over the truth >:-}
Okay, maybe I was a big liar as a kid, but I once told a girl on the playground that when I was born, I got to choose who would be my father...the man who's my dad OR Michael Jackson (Thriller had just come out). In light of recent events, I think I made a good choice!
I used to believe that if a person lied, their nose would grow (as was the case in Pinnochio). I thought my mum must have been one hell of a liar.
My mom used to tell me that when I lied a black line would show up on my tongue. I checked in the mirror and told her I didn't see anything and she said that only adults could see it. I think I was 5 or something. I beleived it for about a year.
I used to believe that lies can get bigger and bigger if you hold them in. So when my sister went up to me and asked if i forgot to flush the toilet. I said "YES! I AM SORRY! I PROMISE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! I WON'T HOLD IN THE LIE ANYMORE! IT WILL GET BIG AND I WILL BLOW UP!!!"
when i was like 5 or 6, and in daycare, this one girl, joelle, told me that she had one of those big nice monster-thingies like in "the never-ending story". hers was named black beauty, and she told me that one of these nights she was going to come around to my house and all my friends' houses (at the daycare place) and we would go for a nice ride on black beauty. i actually packed and told my parents that if the doorbell rang in the middle of the night, it was for me. well, Black Beauty never came. i was absolutely crushed when joelle told me that it was all just a big lie.
I was fifteen and my little sister was two. I pointed out to her the horizontal baby-fat lines accross her forearms - I told her they were seams. "What you mean?" she cried. I told her that was where she had been assembled, as we - all of us - were a family of robots. She screamed, "NO!". I said, "Yes - here's the proof". Earlier in the evening, I had smashed a broken radio into fragments with a hammer, and put the pieces down my shirt. I pulled out pieces of circuit board, transistors, wires, from my shirt and said, "See, here! These are robot parts! We're robots!" My baby sis ran screaming to our parents, who immediately barged into my room, demanding to know what was going on. Having quickly hidden the evidence, I told them I had no idea.
When I was little my grandfather was telling me one of those naughty nursery rhymes. "Mary had a little lamb...she tied him to the heater..and every time he turned around he burned his little..." Then my grandmother said, "Kenny, you can't tell that child that." So my grandfather said "eyeball". They all laughed. I laughed too. I actually told this joke to people all the way past highschool until one day it just dawned on me that it wasn't "eyeball" it was "peter". I remember a feeling eureka when I realized why people never laughed like my family did when they heard the rhyme.