The other day, I was thinking about things I used to believe, really and honestly, before finding out that they were both untrue and somewhat silly. Amused, I decided to post some of the ones I remember.
I actually used to believe:
. . . that seven-year-olds could fly. I distinctly remember being on a swingset at the age of six, swinging high,
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I'd never heard the story about the laundry chute, though. That sucks. A lot. Poor little naive baby Nic!
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One of my own: I believed, as many children probably do, that vampires and assorted Scary Things lived in my closet. (Well, vampires seemed scary then.) But I was convinced that they could only bite the neck of someone sleeping on their back. If you slept on your side, that confused them and they wouldn't be able to suck your blood, ever.
I also believed that my dad and his identical twin had exactly the same thoughts and could read each other's minds.
More depressingly, I believed gay couples could get married. I think I had seen an episode of Seinfeld where Elaine says she's going to a lesbian wedding, so I assumed it was totally legal.
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