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When I was about 6, I had to do these writing exercises to correct my vision (I didn't do those for kindergarten, lol). I would draw something like a (^) but larger and call it a triangle, and my parents must have laughed or something but they played along. I really thought that triangles looked like that... When I drew an actual triangle saying I was drawing a shirt my parents told me to draw more of those, but even after I realized what triangles really looked like, it still took me a while to stop believing they looked like (^) before I drew the first correct triangle.
One of my close childhood friends was addicted to the movie Hercules and was convinced that he was the son of Zeus. We also figured out that I was Meg! (if you haven't seen Hercules, don't bother)
When I was a child, I used to believe that I could actually fly. At night I would dream that I was flying. My sisters always told me that I couldn't but it would lead to a pretty heated argument. The things I remember now from back then still seem pretty real. So could I really fly??
As I would walk home from the bus stop (all by myself), I used to sing songs...("this is me walking home from school/I learned math today/etc etc etc)...I did this because I wondered if people were watching my life on tv and I wanted to make my life into a musical (this was way before The Truman Show ever came out)
When I was little, about 3 or 4, my brother, who was like 7 at the time, told me I was actually a boy but my parents really wanted a girl so they just pretended I was one. I believed him for a long time.
I used to believe that life was actually a stage and everyone I knew and interacted with were actors. As soon as I left the room they would relax and go about their real business, whatever that might be.
my daughters look nothing alike...they are black/spanish/white. my youngest has light hair and no real eye color (even at age 2). she also has a minor speech delay but loves to just make unusual noises. my son (who is 12)says and is convinced of such that his sister is an alien.
my family used to say that i talked too much and I was in the bathroom looking down my throat and saw my epiglottis and ran screaming down the stairs announcing hysterically that I was growing two tongues...my mum stil says shut up or you will grow another one
I believed that I vas special, that when I grow up I will save the world somehow and make myself famous, that I`ll be the first one who will speak with aliens, that I will be the first one who will fly myself...
Ohh...childhood... =D
I used to beleive that certain people could read other peoples minds at will. So I would be sitting in a public place thinking something really inapropriate and then think oh no someones going to know I thought that, then I would get worried that if they were reading my mind, they would know I knew their secret, but they would never tell me that they knew I knew, but if I knew to much they would kill me. Then I would think I was silly for assuming people could read my minds, then realized that that is what they wanted me to think, and they were probably laughing as I confused myself.
i used to believe i was an alien with superpowers.
When I was two years old my brother was born, and I always wanted to get in his crib, but my mom would always catch me trying to climb the bars. So, my two year old mind figured if I couldn't see her, she couldn't see me, so I attempted to climb into his crib with my hand over my eyes. Needless to say I was very surprised when it didn't work.
I once told my brother that every day the spark monsters from electrical boxes around the city would decide on a person to come out and kill. It was his day next week. He believed me.
When I was little, I thought people disappear when you close your eyes. So I'd try to catch them while they are "disappearing" like I'd close one eye and open the other one to peek and see if they'd actually disappear. I got tired when they're too fast for me.
i used to believe that everyone in my family was a werewolf and when i grew older, i would turn into one as well.
After reading the book Windwalker I became convinced for a bit that I was a drow, specifically a drow princess, since bullies in school won't shut up about how I'm "not human" and "ugly." I thought that some drow secretly switched my parents' human baby with their hideous princess for, I don't know, for a prank or a curse or something. It took me maybe two months to finally realize that I was indeed NOT a drow.
When I was younger, I thought the world was a simulation built just for me. I thought everything was a hologram, and when I got in a car, the windows were little TV screens. I was so gullable when I was younger. LOL
i used to read the harry potter books. i always believed that dumbledore would send me a letter in the mail excepting me into his school. wasn't that really silly?
I firmly believed Peter Pan was real, so I tried to get my family to read bedtime stories about him in hopes he would come at night to get me, just like in the movie. Since I was the only person in my family who actually liked Peter Pan, no one told any stories, so I had an excuse as to why he never showed up.
I used to believe, when I was like 6 or 7 years old, that I had Matilda's powers (that children's comedy). She could move with her eyes things like glasses, balls, and even people, so I wanted to do that.
I remember I would strongly look at some objects like toys and stuff like that but I never achieved anything moved a little, so I was really sad for like... two days and then everything returned to normality.
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