Strange things you believed as a kid? (dinosaur, reincarnate, experience)

[lilithu]

This springs to mind:

My confusion when I was around six years old between the Christian God, Charleton Heston as Moses in the Ten Commandments, and Santa Claus - all stuff that I'd heard in passing or seen on tv. I somehow thought they were all the same person - a gigantic, aged white guy with long white hair and a long white beard, who wore a robe and sandals and carried a staff and had superpowers. God lived on a cloud in the sky with his son, Jesus, who of course was my age. (Because as a six year old, how could a "son" be anthing else but my age?) God, being a good father, had made the world as a ball for Jesus to play with, using a workbench very much like Santa's, and very much like the one my own father used. Earthquakes happened every time the world ball hit the "cosmic ground." (I grew up in San Francisco, afterall.) I worried sometimes about the possibility of being on the "bottom" as the ball hit the ground. But as far as I could tell, the sky was always above me so I was always on the top of the world.

Then when I was nine, my parents sent me to Lutheran school and they set me straight.

[Bastet]

Let's see *searches dark recesses of memory banks* ...

I wanted to be a Prima Ballerina - up to about age 11 or 12 when my ballet teacher left town and dashed that particular dream.

I used to believe that when you blew air onto your own skin from a bicycle tyre pump, that it would give you warts (and I cried for hours when I unthinkingly did it in my face one day).

When mum's friends would say things about me getting married [to a man] and having kids one day, I would firmly tell them that I was never going to do that (not realising the alternative at that age ) - so when they asked me if I was going to "stay on the farm with mum forever", I said yes. Instead of kids I would have cats, and my pet rock. Since I've only ever met one person I wanted to have a life & family with, the cats & pet rock scenario is looking likely. Although I picked the eyes off my pet rock and it's living in a bowl full of tumbled crystals these days.

I'm sure I have more...I'll come back and post again if I remember them.

[Bastet]

Hey Jensa, I just tried to frubal you for this thread, but I had another window open that you happened to have the first post on too...so if the comment I made doesn't match the post, that's why!

[Jaymes]

Originally Posted by Bastet

I used to believe that when you blew air onto your own skin from a bicycle tyre pump, that it would give you warts (and I cried for hours when I unthinkingly did it in my face one day).

Well, at least it wasn't a toad...

That reminds me of when I was about 10 and playing in the bathtub, and I found a razor. I was bored, so I shaved my arms with it. All was well and good until the hair started growing back... and I freaked. I thought everyone would notice my hair looked weird and felt rough, so I spent a few months of Georgia heat wearing a jacket. I was miserable, but at least nobody could see what I thought were freakish arms.

It sucked at the time, but looking back on it I can't believe I was so inclined to believe people noticed me that much.

[robtex]

These are funny enteries. I remember when I was in grade school a few of the kids, told me that when it rains, it means God is watering his flower garden (aka earth). I told them that didn't make sense. I said (and I was being serious) that God is more likely urinating (cause i thought he was huge and lived in the sky) but it wasn't bad for us cause it was god. Luckly the kids just looked at me like i was nuts and didn't tell their friends. I dropped my God TTing theory by the 2nd grade.

[Circle_One]

I've got a bunch. I was quite the ridiculously imaginitive kid.

I used to want to be a fire truck.

Yes, you read that right.

I used to think my brother was Manimal (anyone who's ever seen the show knows what I'm talking about). For those who haven't seen it, my foggy memory remembers vaguely that it was about a guy who could transform into various animals. My brother propagated this belief by telling me, on each occasion that I went into his room without permission, that he was going to turn into Manimal. He would then distort his face and hands grotesquely and start growling and snarling at me. Needless to say, I never stuck around long enough to see the finished "transformation".

I used to think my brother had the power to call upon "Tony the Tongue". Tony, according to my EVIL brother, was some disfigured "man" with a horselike head (and for some reason, I always pictured him with a red hat, though my brother never made any mention of a red hat), and the longest tongue you can imagine. When called upon, Tony would reach his long tongue up out of the darkness and lick you so furiously that he would lick the very skin off of your body.

My brother wasn't the nicest of siblings back in the day, haha.

I used to think that television characters actually lived inside the TV and once, when the Flinstones had been cancelled, I thought that they had just left my TV and refused to come back because I had done something that made them mad at me.

Darn, I had more before, but I can't remember them right now.

[Jaymes]

Ooh, here's one my girlfriend and I both have in common: When we were little we watched vampire movies, and thought that if you didn't sleep with blankets wrapped around your neck, a vampire would come and get you!

[Atheist_Dave]

I developed a sort of obsessive compulsive thingy when I was about 10. I had to everything on twos, if I didn't I used to invent things that would happen to me. "If I don't have two sips of water a monster will jump out of the glass and eat my eyeballs", that sort of thing, and I truly believed it. I had to open door twice, if someone gave me a sweet, I had to have two, I even had to turn the light off twice at night!!!!! There was a different punishment for each thing, Freud would have a field day...