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Up until the age of eight, I used to think all Sophies around the world formed a kind of sisterhood. They, of course, shared the same interests, the same mood, the same character. They worked undercover and they were oh so special
I had the exact same feeling about left-handed people except that they were even more special.
Believe it or not, I'm a left-handed Sophie!
I used to believe that I was a robot, because I have heard a sort of chirping sound from my head ...
I also believed that I was destinied for greatness and that all the people I met in my life would be interviewed to give an insight into the kind of person I was ...
and another thing I believed - I could get any woman I wanted, it was just a matter of me meeting them (actresses and models included) and them falling head over heels in love with me ...
apparently not.
I used to believe (and still kind of do)that life was like a virtual reality game and people would wake me up from it in the real world. If I put it back on though I wouldn't remember it.
There's always lots of films on TV about children who are adopted but that only come to know the truth about their parents when they're 10-12 years old. So, because of such films, I actually spent my younger years fearing that I might be adopted - and what a shame that would be, because I really liked my "parents"!
I thought that, until I reached the age of 10, I could never be sure that they were my real parents, because they would always lie to me about it. They would think I was too young to understand the situation and that I could be traumatised, and so they wouldn't tell me the truth no matter how hard I asked!
Apparently, I wasn't adopted after all...
i used 2 beleive i wuz an alien that had to save the world from "bad guys"
i used to believe that "the end of the world" is at the end of my street and when i was walking down the street i thougt that somebody is unrolling the carpet made of the world...;)
My parents were always big fans of Lord of the Rings and other books by Tolkien. One day, I stubled across a copy of "The Return of the King" complete with appendicies. I found the hobbit family trees, and was surprised to see my name on on of them (Diamond). We lived on Long Island, and I thought Cleave was another word for Island. All of these things clued me in; I was a hobbit born to human parents, and one day I would marry Pippin. I even told my classmates; so proud was I of my fate. Oddly enough, I ended up married to someone very much like Pippin.
I thought I was invisible when I was young, so in Kindergarten I would run around screaming in kids faces that no one could see me! I would dack them and run off with their pants coz I thought absolutely no one could see me. After getting a time out, I finally found out the truth. I was a stupid kid.
This is actually from my brother,
We he was 3 he used to think he was a robot!
One time my mom said "eat you dinner or I will have to spank you" Then my brother said “You can't my springs will pop out!"
My favourite movie when I was young was undeniably The Brave Little Toaster. I watched the movie so many times that I began to believe that objects really did come alive when you turned your back on them, and that by throwing things in the garbage you were ending their lives. So secretly I began saving scraps of garbage and broken appliances that my parents threw out. Eventually, my mother found my stash in my dresser drawer and began wondering if her child had mental issues. I came back to reality soon after that.
When I was about seven or eight, my friend convinced me that she was Hermione Granger and I was Ginny Weasley. She told me I was actually twelve and my missing brothers did exist, they just hid when I looked at them ... she even wrote me a Hogwarts letter.
I still half-believed this at the age of eleven when I wrote a letter to Professor McGonagall asking if I could go to Hogwarts ...
I used to believe when i was around six or seven that we were all little dolls being controlled by bigger people or bigger dolls that were controlled by even bigger dolls. I had a very strong imagination
When I was young, I used to think I was Sailor Moon
I used to believe that there was a 13th month called White. When reciting the months, I would always say "October, November, December and White!" My mom would always say "um, sweetie, white isn't a month" which would make me very upset and I would INSIST that it was a month. I think I thought it encompassed all holidays or something. I was a sillyface
when i was younger, i believed (for whatever reason) that every time i went around a pole or through a loop, i would have to go back around or through; or else i would be, in some way, attached to it forever.
When I was a kid, I used to think something like "what if I'm actually not where I think I am?" Like if I was in my room changing clothes, I thought what if I'm actually in my classroom and all my classmates can see me changing? Then I would get a little paranoid.
But then I figured it probably wasn't true since I didn't see anyone else changing clothes in random places.
I thought being mentally challenged meant you couldn't do any challenges with people
when my teacher told me the only things that i could put in my ear was my elbow.
i used to believe that i could put my elbow into my ear......i tried it some years later and it did not work.......damn
I used to believe I was part of a scientific experiment to study how a human acts in controled environment. I believed there was another planet of people and the earth was made by them to watch me. They knew my every thought and I tried to control what I was thinking. I'd think thoughts like "I know you are watching me!" I also thought there would be protests to try and set me free, like the Truman Show.
i used to believe that i actually lived in a SimCity when the first game of said title was released. whenever i would go outside, i expected to see a huge mouse curser fly across the horizon. in fact, i still sorta believe this.
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