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When my brother and I were about six years old a friend of my fathers told us the if we threw a spark plug into a sand pit it would explode.
It took us 2 days to find a spark plug and another day to pluck up the courage to try it.
When I was four, my older brother told me that rolled hay bales were alligator houses, and I believed him until I was nine--I realized alligators don't live in Tennessee.
When I was little, my dad told me that fish lived inside of my waterbed. I still remember trying so hard to see through the rubber lining so I could see the fish.
I wanted a little sister so badly when I was 7 that I told my dad every morning for a month as he dropped me off for school--to go find an orphanage and take home a little girl. I believed that while I was at school, he would be out looking for orphanages, and I would be daydreaming about how much I could teach my new little sister. But whenever he picked me up and I asked him about it, he'd say he didn't go today. I was always so disappointed!
My mom told me that if you break a pinkie-promise your pinkie will start to shrink untill it completely dissappears. I believed it for a long time and now I tell it to my little brothers.
i used to think that i was smart
when i was little my sister told me that whenever i lied my tounge would turn white. so everytime i thought people were lying to me i would ask them to stick out and show me their tounge. i believed this up until my mum told me that it wasnt true.
When I was about 7 (in the '70's), one of our neighboprs had one of those metallic gazing balls on a pedastal in their yard. My brother told me if i touched it, it would explode. I spent many days waiting for the neighbors to leave and then creeping up to the ball in order to test the theory. I never did get up enough nerve to find out if it were true. In fact, to this day, I've never touched one.
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.
When i was a kid i used to believe that my dad was He-Man. I thought this because he would tell me so, and hide behind the door and scream "By the power of Greyskull!". When i would run to open the door it was just my dad, but he said "oh, you came too late. I've already transformed back into me"
I never believed it completely, but the was always some doubt left lingering.
We used to have a bunch old skeleton keys, they were on a big ring, and the keys were huge, and the hung on a old wood burning stove/fireplace in our house. I would play with them a lot. One day I was about 5 I asked my dad what they were for, and he told me that if I was ever bad, he would show me.. He said that the police asked him to take care of the really bad criminals and monsters and that they lived in a jail in our attic, and that those were the keys to the cells. He said their favorite thing to eat was bad little kids, and that they must be starving by now because he hadn't fed them in a while... I was scared to death! When ever my cousins or friends would come over and start getting loud I'd warn them about the attic, and the keys. I believed that for a very long time.
When I was younger my brother told me he had to tell me a very sad secret. The secret was that when I was thirteen, my head was going to explode. There was no way I could tell my parents, because it was too sad of a subject for them and would really upset them.
I eventually forgot, until couple years later, a kid in class told us that he had a friend whose head blew up...
Turns out they were both lying! Luckily for me, I still have my head.
My dad told my brother that they bought him at Sears and the box was still in the garage. If he didn't behave, they were going to pack him up and send him back! He believed that for years!
I used to believe everything that my older sister told me. One day she told me that if i beat the commputer game money would come out of the slot of the printer and you would be rich. Imagine my state after my file was deleted and i had nearly won the game.
When I was around six or seven, I asked my father what air was made of. He told me, straight-faced, that it was made of whipped egg whites and raisins.
Around same time, my brother asked what owls were made of, to which he answers 'popcorn and juice'
I never really got his sense of humor back then...
When I was three or so, my mother worked for a local radio station. She took me into work one day and I was playing with one of those wall-mounted, rotary pencil sharpeners. All I was doing was spinning the lever around. I must have been making an obnoxious noise, because one of the women who worked there came by and told me, "If you keep on doing that, McDonalds will explode."
I believed this up until my first day of kindergarten, when someone used the sharpener, I broke down crying, and made my mom take me to McDonalds after school to make sure that it was still there.
The kicker is that I didn't like McDonalds, even then.
When I was about 6, I had my little sister (age 3) convinced that a picture of a girl sitting in a field with a barn in the background was me before she was born and that we lived on that farm. I had her going for a few years before she realized it wasn't true.
When i was younger my grandma told me that the nuts that was on the bread were bug wings, i still ate it.
My parents convinced me that when I was born they had the doctor surgically implanted a GPS tracking device behind my ear. I believed this so wholeheartedly that I went around telling all of my friends and their parents until my parents finally told me the truth.
My mom liked watching a lot of Maury Povich and judicial shows when I was young and these shows always featured segments where lie detectors were used.
Consequently, I grew up thinking that lie detectors were so commonplace that every school, store, and police officer used them all the time. Because of this, I practically never lied as a child because I was scared someone would hook me up to a lie detector and prove that I was lying. As an adult, now I know better but even still, I find it very difficult to tell lies.