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My Grandad told me he invented carrots.
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 !
when i was younger my mam used to say that the tv didnt work when it was sunny outside, so we had to go outside and play...me and my brothers believed her for years
When I was little, my mom told me that if I slept with socks on they would eat me alive.
When I was a little kid I saw a billboard for hooters. Curiously, I asked my dad what "hooters" are. For years I've believed that they are fluffy pillows. The next day I told my mom if we could go to the store to buy new hooters because mine are too flat.
When I was 4 my 14 year old sister would often babysit me. When I misbehaved one time, she said she was going to call the police and they were going to take me to Mexico. I asked her what Mexico was and she said it was a place where bad kids are locked up in cages. This terrified me at first, but after awhile I decided there couldn't really be a place like that so I stopped worrying about being sent there.
Well, when I went to kindergarten there was a map of the world in class. I remember the day the teacher showed us," Here is the United States and here is Mexico." I shouted "Oh no, Mexico is real?" and I became very upset....I went home and told my sister and parents I would never be bad again because I never want to be sent to Mexico!
When I was about 5 or 6 I went with my Dad to by new tennis shoes. The sales guy brought out a shoe for my Dad to try on that had the little air chambers at the bottom heel, and they almost looked like a neon orange cave. the sales guy told me that little men lived in the bottom of the shoe and when you ran, they stuck their feet through the bottom sole and made you go faster. I totally believed him.
I used to believe that "Yesterday" and "Tomorrow" were actual days of the week, and that they both had a day of the week for which they were a double. I would ask my parents, "what day of the week is tomorrow?" and they would say "Thursday". And I would be outraged, because the last time I asked that question, they had said that Tomorrow was Monday, and now they were changing the story.
i used to believe (thank you, older siblings) that i had a twin with no belly button that went to school for me when i was sick. she lived in the laundry room.
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.
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 convinced my little brother that bubbles were your possible futures and once you popped them, they were destined to happen to you. I told him that the reason you see a tiny version of yourself in them (your reflection) was because that was the future you but that I could see really well and only I could make out what they were. I would blow a bunch of bubbles and say there were a bunch of different futures in them sand watch him excitedly pop the ones that I told him were really good. Sometimes when he was acting up I'd tell him one of the bunch was bad and then watch him pop and bubble and shout "oh no! Not that one!" But then after he'd freaked out about whatever bad future I said would happen, tell him the next bubble undid it. Some of his bad futures were getting bad grades in school, growing up ugly, losing all his teeth, or just getting trouble for what he might have done that day. But the future that made him really lose it and meltdown was that he would fall in love and get married. For some reason that future was utterly unbearable to a five year old.
when i was younger my older sister, and my two neighbors tricked me into thinking that if they went into the garage they could warp into the car motor and become smaller and travel through the car. they told me i was too young to do it, and when they came out they pretended to have heart failure. i actually believed them for a whole year. when they would go in the garage they would shut the door and yell like they were traveling. i was stupid.
My parents used to tell me that when I was lying I'd get a black dot on my tongue. I got to the point when I didn't believe it anymore. One day I was eating black liquorish, or something of the sort and told a lie. My dad asked to see my tongue, and then said that he saw a black spot. I didn't believe him, so he told me to take a look in the mirror. I saw the black spot and burst into tears. I tried SO hard not to lie to him afterward.
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.
I used to believe that I could tell the time by looking at the clouds and imagining I could see numbers. What I could actually see was the church clock in Audenshaw, and as it stopped a lot my friends were never very impressed with my David Blaine-esque talents.
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.
I thought Van Goh BIT his ear off for a lot of years... I didn't occure to me that it was impossible to bit your ear, I was telling my mom about it and she like He didn't bite his ear off! and then I tried to bight my ear and I was like WHAT? He really didn't bite his ear off! I think I was 10 or 11 when I found out!
Where I live, there's a HUGE statue called the Driller outside of the fairgrounds.
Well, when I was little, my Papaw told me that the Driller was really a sculpture of him, since he was a famous astronaut.
I believed him for YEARS.
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...