When I was 5, I used to think I had magical powers. In kindergarten, we had this little box on the wall near the ceiling, a security device of some sort that had green, yellow, and red lights on it that would flash randomly. I used to lie there during nap time (bc I never slept) and I would point my fingers at it and think that I was controlling them. I also was convinced I was going to be famous one day and that they were going to make all kinds of products with my image on it. Like "Katie Cereal" and "Katie Pillows" and I even imagined they would have "Katie Toothpaste" where you would squeeze out the toothpaste and it would have little images of me on it--I was a conceited-ass little kid! What sort of things did you used to believe?
I used to believe that the chalice of wine the priest raises in church was magic and that was why bells rang when he raised it or drank from it. It's weird but I think some people still believe that.
Haha, that's pretty funny. I used to believe that the world was literally black and white until a certain point (because of old b&w movies). I remember asking my mom if she remembered when the world started to change color.
I never knew that when someone was "5 years old" it meant they were alive for 5 years. When I figured it out it freaked me out because it was such a short time to be alive that it scared me... like where was I before???????????
i used to think if you got a cut on your foot or toe you would bleed to death because all your blood would be pulled down by gravity. to my knowledge nobody ever told me this would happen, i just thought it was very reasonable when i was a very small kid.
Haha, nesta. Speaking of gravity, in about 2nd grade after learning about the properties of lead, I began to fear that a tiny chunk of lead was going to fall out of the sky and kill me.
I also used to believe that the orphanage was full of kids whose parents just got sick of them, before I understood the concept of dying.
Haha! These are too funny. I used to be in love with the idea of going to live at an orphanage. I thought it would be like a slumber party every night. Whenever I ate ice cream, I used to wait until it was all melted and then I'd sit on the floor and eat it and pretend it was mush and I was an orphan.
Lots of them... the thing is a lot of my childhood beliefs were lost but recently rediscovered, like all the hippy, happy, peace, trade and do away with government and money ideals I had as a kid, I believe will happen again. A big one, was that I believed everything had feelings and could read my thoughts... like starburst... I thought all the reds were like one person, all the pinks another person, all the oranges another person with feelings whose spirit was surrounding me and knew what I thought, so I would try to not be racist and make myself like the oranges, and eat as many of each color, so the other colors wouldn't feel bad.
Holy shit, me too! Not that specifically, but I used to think food had feelings and it would cry if you threw it in the trash. So I used to either eat everything at lunch or I'd save it. At home it never bothered me though, because I didn't do the dishes so I never had to see it get thrown away.
I always thought the smokestack you could see from my house was a monster that breathed clouds. I also believed that when I was blamed for doing somehting I saw my brother do, I was having an out-of-body experience and seeing myself do it. I also thought I could breakdance