sweeties

when i was a kid, i used to believe that 'polos' (a british mint sweet with a hole through the middle) used to give you special super-powers when you ate them (i was a green-eyed fan of christopher reeve's superman at the time, i think). as a result, me and my friend used to sit in the garden, munch a load, and then beat each others brains out for a few hours each weekend. maybe my parents should've replaced them with ritalin.

anon, uk

one day my lil sis was about to eat some strawberry icecream .I wanted it so bad I told her it was made out of ladybugs.she gladly gave me her icecream.

LamyAmy

I used to beleive my grandad was the only person in the world to have special chocolates made just for him. When I was small my grandad always used to tell me he had a secret. Then from under his chair he would get out a box of chocolate Matchmakers and give me one. I spent countless years in confectionary shops and numerous supermarkets searching for 'secrets', thinking that these were made specially for my grandad because I could never find them and nobody else had heard of them. I discovered when my mum bought me some for Christmas, that these things were actually called Matchmakers. This was when I was in my early twneties!!

DM

I used to believe that there was a shop in switzerland that sold bags of bogeys with sugar for eating

laura

I have always hated meatloaf..But my Dad found a way to convince me to eat it as a child. He told me that the little specks of Red were M&M's and that's all it took...I would eat it up.
Talk about gullible.

Michelle

A relative told me when I was very young that the oreo crumbs in the middle of an ice cream cake were coffee grounds. I didn't learn otherwise until I was at least 8 years old!

Joy

When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I used to believe that the candy called the "$100,000" bar, actually cost $100,000! I was always avoided buying it because I only had 50 cents or so in my pocket.

Should have known better

When I was about 5 i believed all my chocolate easter eggs came from my uncles farm as he kept hens. Every year, amazingly, a cadburys cream egg would be left in one of the coups for me to find. It was only when I was 7 or 8 I realized it was planted there by my uncle! You can probably imagine the disapointment.

jellybaby

When I was little my parents used to tell me and my sister that carrots were "orange candy."

Nancy

I have a sweet (rightly so) childhood memory....Once I asked my grand mother, can chocolate get kids? I loved chocolate (I still do...) and was thrilled by that idea...She said "wait and see". In the evening she laid some chocolate at a piece of paper and told me to wait till next morning....The next morning a lot of similar chocolate was there....Oh, the chocolate got kids! I was so thrilled!

Steinar (OGAE)

When I was 5-8, I used to spend quite a bit of my spare time at my grand-parents' and we'd often take the car to reach a nearby forest where they knew I'd have a great time admiring the trees and playing hide'n'seek.
During the ride, I'd usually sit on the left side of the back seat, right behind my grand-father who was driving, and my grand-mother would sit on my right-hand side (my then-teenage aunt had decided once and for all that she belonged on the front seat, next to her father).
At first, when I happened to be a good boy, gran'ma would show her "approval" by picking up a piece of candy from her handbag and handing it to me with a gentle smile. After a while, this protocol evolved in that she'd let *me* pick up the candy of my choice from her handbag --a subtle mark of trust. Eventually, as she became confident that I wouldn't abuse this treasure trove, she made it a habit of letting her handbag sit slightly open between the two of us: I made careful efforts to control my craving, and only every once in a while, when I felt it was ok, would I stealthily slide my hand into the bag towards the pouch I knew was home to my favorite candy.
There weren't many of them, but that usually sufficed. Yet, as it went on, I progressively noticed that if I took care to leave some of them in the pouch, there'd more to enjoy the next time; whereas if I ate'em all they'd turn out much scantier.
Thus, I began to wonder if they had the magical ability to reproduce. Of course, Gran'ma's subtlety somewhat escaped my juvenile understanding, and, as I'd never ever seen her refill the pouch, my belief grew stronger.
I began respecting those candies, always leaving a couple of them in the pouch, trusfully letting them a fair chance to multiply until the next ride. And it worked ;)
Well, I've since grown up with kids of my own, but I still remember those days with a spark of magic glittering deep in my eyes.

Ivan