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When I was little by brother told me the UPS guy had such a big truck because when the UPS guys found little girls playing outside without their parents they would steal them. One day the UPS guy stopped outside my house and I was playing outside. He walked up to me and I screamed, "Leave Me Alone" and I ran away from him. I still believed it even after my mother told me it wasn't true!
My brother and I shared a room growing up. At bedtime every night when the lights went out he told me he had this black dot and that by pressing it he was able to contact any person I wanted him to. I used to have him contact people for me and ask them questions that he would answer. Anytime he was mad at me he would press this black dot and contact lots of scary people. Boy, did I have a lot of sleepless nights. :)
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.
I was a pesky little sister to two older brothers and apparently annoyed them with my constant chatter. Finally, they told me that we are all born with just so much air in us, and the more we talk, the more air we use. In solemn tones they said that when all the air is gone, we die, and I was very close to using all of my air. Since they didn't want to lose me, I ought to think about not talking.
Of course, I believed my brothers completely, so from then on I didn't say a word to anyone. My parents, suspicious (as always) that my brothers were behind this change in my behavior, eventually made them confess their lie, but it took them a long time to convince me otherwise.
My sister once told me that I was given away by my father, who supposedly owned the Barbie doll factory (Mattel INC); she also made me promise that I'd send her 1 doll every month if I ever went back.
When i was little i always believed whatever my brother said.....foolish ... i know....one day i was walking to the backyard and he said " STOP!! you have a jumper on you". i didnt know what he meant so i screamed "Whats a jumper do?". While looking all over myself. Then he told me that they suck your brains out, so i ran screaming to my mother "have i got a jumper on me?". She said "yeah, of course you do" (it was a cold day at the time). So i ran screaming inside, wacking myself all over and cried for ages....Until my brother came and told me it was a joke and laughing his head off, ahhh welll i was so easy, but he got grounded for 2 weeks...but i cant get over it...
When I was little, my dad told me the reason i got freckles is because he lifted me up against a screen when a cow farted then he would sit me out in the sun to dry. I believed him for years
Not strictly mine, but I had a friend (let's call him Keith, that's his name) whose dad told him that numbers went in the sequesnce 'one, two, three, four, five, six, several' . . . he was nearly into secondary school before much persuasion got him to grudgingly concede the existence of the number seven.
My husband and I tell my four year old daughter that when she telling a fib her ears turn red. I can tell when she's lying anyways, so I always know when to say it. I have even gone to the extreme of saying something she knows isn't true and pinching my ear so she will believe me! She doesn't lie to us anymore.
In 2nd grade my dad told me he skipped a rock across Lake Michigan, and I believed him and defended him when I told my class. It was a few years later that I found out how big Lake Michigan actually was.
I had a belief about the facts of life. When I was about 9 I asked my mum what the facts of life were, because a friend said he knew 7 facts of life and wouldn't tell me what they were!
When I was four and getting my vaccinations, my sister terrified me by telling me what she thought shots were. She said they were a mixture of pus from old people's sores and cow skin that 'They' mixed in a blender and then stabbed into your skin to make you sick.
When my little brother was younger my two sisters and I told him that he was going to turn into a girl when he grew up. We told him that we used to be boys and we just turned into girls one day. He believed us for the longest time! One day he was talking to our dad and he said "When I'm a girl..." and my dad was like "WHAT" We were in big trouble after that haha.
When I was 4, my dad told my brother and I that Bill Clinton lived in the neighborhood, because a guy who lived really near us looked a lot like him. We didn't figure out that they weren't the Clintons until Hillary was running for the Democratic nomination, and my brother said, "Wait a second! That's not Hillary Clinton! She doesn't look like that and she's in some other state right now!" We figured it out when I was 11. At first, my dad told us this as a joke, but we believed him to the point where once I went up to the neighbor and said, "Hello ex-president!" he gave me a really weird look. How incredibly sad...
My neighbor, Mr. Starkey, told my sister and I that baby-sitting was just that; sitting on the child until the parents returned. I was terrified for years of having anyone babysit me for fear of getting squashed.
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.
When i was younger, my older cousin made me believe that m&ms grew in flowers, so everyday i would ask her and check her flowers for m&ms
when i was a kid i had a bit of a big forehead my two sister told me that i was adopted and that my real mum and dad were mr and mrs conehead and that my real name was tandori conehead i cryed for hours until my mum made them tell me that it wasnt ture.
My parents told me if I lied to them, my tongue would turn black, and boy did I believe it -- how else did they always know I'd lied? (Maybe it was from them saying suspiciously, "Let me see your tongue," and me furiously shaking my head no with my lips pressed shut!) I used to run to the bathroom mirror afterwards to catch before it returned to normal, but my parents nipped that in the bud by telling me only moms and dads could see it. Good trick -- I think I need to keep this one going with my own kids!
When I was little, I had this really nasty babysitter. She told be that if I lied the world would explode in fire and brimstone. Not that I knew what brimstone was. But it got me to tell the gospel truth to anybody who asked for about a week, then I forgot.