I have a habit of saying “oh, really?!” after someone tells me something and sometimes I’m usually not listening to what they say… so my boyfriend would say random stuff and laugh at me when I say it. But when I was little, I use to believe everything everyone told me…
That everyone lived to be 100 years old. My sister would always point out the fact that she would live one year longer than me since she was a year younger …and inserts an evil laugh somewhere.
If I didn’t each everything single piece of rice in my bowl during dinner, the rice gods would punish me. But then I was never religious nor really believed in that stuff so there were always leftover rice in my bowl.
That there were little rice gods living in every single grain of rice. I was curious so I’d bite it in half to look for them, thinking, “oh god, I just bit their head off.”
If I swallowed watermelon seeds, watermelons would grow in my stomach. It’s okay… I love watermelon anyway.
That leprechauns existed. Because our teacher played a trick on us when we were 7 and I think I believed it until I was like 10. I use to tell everyone the story and when they told me it was fake, I’d get angry.
That people really live on clouds. Because another teacher told us her plane got stranded on a cloud so she had to live there for weeks. I wish we could really live on clouds!
That we’ve been on mars and all the other cool planets. Imagine my disappointment when I learned we only traveled to the boring, old moon.
