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I was CONVINCED that under my bed were those creepy aliens from Sesame Street, the Yip Yips. They would come thrugh the walls at night (they COULD go through walls, you know)and had a base set up under my bed whre they would spy on me and take notes about humans. Of course, having a parent check under the bed was useless because they could vanish.
Thank you for traumatizing my childhood, Mr. Henson! ;-)
When I was about 5 or 6, my older brother used to tell me all the time that he was really an alien, and that his real parents were going to come to take him home some day. He used to promise me that if I did what he asked me to do, he would put a good word in with his alien parents, and that maybe they would allow me to go back to their planet to visit. And if I didn't do what my big brother wanted, he would tell his parents how mean I was, and have them desolve me into a puddle of slime with their lazor guns.
Aren't big brothers great?
I'm still waiting for them to come take him away.
I used to believe that the ringing in my ears was an alien from Mars trying to contact me. I would put my hands over my ears to ascertain it was really 'them' and not an outside noise, and then I'd say something like "Earth to Mars, I hear you...hello?"
I believed that on an escalator the green light that can be seen between the steps were made by aliens and that eventually they would find a way out to get us.
When I was little, I found a bone on the side of our house. I now know that it was just a chicken bone that probably fell out of the garbage, but at the time, the only logical conclusion I could make was that it was an alien bone. I put the entire neighborhood on alert, and for the rest of the summer - when we weren't sitting in a circle in my front lawn, holding hands and attempting to channel the aliens - all of the kids would spend hours on their assigned "posts" watching for the UFO's to come back.
In elementary school a group of friends and I found a large boulder that was almost completely buried in a field on the playground. We had a theory that it was a space ship that had crash landed on Earth and the aliens still lived inside it. We would press our ears to the surface of the rock and hear voices coming from within. For nearly an entire year we would start trying to dig up the space ship every day during recess.
my little brother used to sleep in different places every night to confuse the aliens so they couldn't find him and abduct him
When I was 4 my brother told me that he was an alien, sent to earth to study humans. He told me that he would dissect me in my sleep. I retorted with the classic "I'm telling Mom and Dad!"
His response, "They're aliens, too."
I was terrified of sleeping for months.
after watching E.T., I asked my mother what "extra terrestrial" meant. She told me it was used to describe aliens who had an extra set of testicles. I'm pretty sure she actually believed this herself, since no parent would give such strange false information to their 7 year old child.
When I was little I believed that aliens lived in our freezer. One day, as I opened the freezer to check if they were there, the timer on the oven went off and I ran right out of the house into the street. I thought they were going to attack me!
I used to believe the martians would come to the earth and with their guns they would transform us into chicken nuggets!!!!!
As a child, I went to parties all the time and had a large collection of helium ballons. One day, I was channel surfing and saw a show on how there could be life on Mars.
Seeing this, I immediately got a lot of random, lightweight objects* and tied them to my ballons. I ran outside and let the ballons go, knowing that someday they's either reach Mars, or fall miraculously out of sky onto someone's head.
* the things I remember sending are: frozen hot dogs, a soggy feather, my dad's old watch strap, a song in a Ziplock bag, and a 'paper bag of air'
...that aliens could see the 'whites of my eyes' through the window in my bedroom at night, unless the light was on. So, I would squint, so that I could see where I was going, if I had to get up in the dark, I didn't want the light from the moon and the stars outside reflecting off my eyeballs and giving away my location. I still don't like it if the blinds or curtains don't completely obscure or block all lines of sight to the outside.
I used to see dust particles floating around and thought that they were tiny alien spaceships coming to invade the earth.
When I was young, I believed that if I shined a high powered flashlight, like a MagLite, into the night sky, that I could signal UFOs and communicate. I would flash the light on and off into the sky, and think my message to the aliens, figuring that my blinking was translating my thoughts to a code the aliens would understand. My communications were generally invitations to come visit me.
I was petrified of E.T. and used to think my plug-in night light was his heart glowing at night but I was never brave enough to go over and turn it off!
When I was about 4 or 5, my brother Phil told me that our neighbor's new silver bullet shaped trailor
was really an alien spaceship and they had "taken" over our neighbors (ala Invaders From Mars). Of course I believed him. I always looked for the little hole on the back of their necks to see if the had been changed. They must have thought I was one wierd little kid, always trying to get behind them when they were talking to me.
I used to believe that the search lights that are frequently used to advertise a business were actually aliens that are skeletons invading the earth, and that the only way that I could hide from them was by sitting under my window. They never caught me! *grin*
I used to believe that the two television antennae on the mountain near my home were really the antennae of a giant Martian hiding behind the mountain. Why was no one else concerned?
When I was a kid I would always see these little yellow lights at my window. I was convinced that my neighbors across the street were aliens and were pointing lasers at me to collect data.
Much to my dismay, and my mother's hilarious pleasure, they were just fireflies.
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