Whats the dumbest thing you believed as a child (10 and below)
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Well that ain't exactly true is it lol.
Superstition
Ebony and Ivory
Signed Sealed Delivered
For Once in My Life
I Just Called To Say I Love You
Isn't She lovely
And about another 40 odd hit songs
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-i thought painting a candle red would make it dinamite
-i understood charcaters in movies were actors, but i thought that if a character died they would kill the actor
-i did not understand the concept of cgi and everytime i saw it i thought it was an insanely good drawing or costume
-i had not heard of other countries so i thought Uruguay (where i've lived my entire life) and America were the only countries in the world
that and my theory of how reproduction worked, but it's so cringy i cant even write it down
-i understood charcaters in movies were actors, but i thought that if a character died they would kill the actor
-i did not understand the concept of cgi and everytime i saw it i thought it was an insanely good drawing or costume
-i had not heard of other countries so i thought Uruguay (where i've lived my entire life) and America were the only countries in the world
that and my theory of how reproduction worked, but it's so cringy i cant even write it down
I used to believe that I got an early release of Super Paper Mario when you could get to Flopside in chapter 1, and also i would stop playing at chapter 2 because I was mortified by Mimi even though i Killed her twice
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I asked where did babies came from. My mum told me that God make kids of her choice and he sent them to her. And my sister told me that mum told her different story. She said she went to babies shop (food shop as an example) and look around to buy children and put them in the carts, lol! We believed!
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When I was younger I thought USA made all cartoon and video games hehe. I was shocked to learn that they only translate the great games from Japan.
USA made one thing ...... Porn.
USA made one thing ...... Porn.
My friend's sister told him when he was younger that if he looked in the sky full of stars and his face skin will develop to have white larve on him. Disgusting but false, lol.
And if you look at thunderstorm nor lightning then you will become blind.
And I was told when I was kid that heavy rain and storm was what caused ? God was angry at anybody somewhere for what they had done wronged. . LOL.
And if you look at thunderstorm nor lightning then you will become blind.
And I was told when I was kid that heavy rain and storm was what caused ? God was angry at anybody somewhere for what they had done wronged. . LOL.
My human uncle said that he put a camera in my non human dog, so I would walk it correctly.
That the zombies from the PS1 Resident Evil games was in our basement at night. I would have trouble going to sleep as a wee little lad, and I used to watch my older brothers playing mostly the PS1 Resident Evils and remember vividly the grunts and moans of the male Resident Evil 2 zombies. So, when I naturally would have trouble falling asleep because I was simply that young and full of energy and wonder back then, I remember one time either it was my dad or one of my older brothers, but they'd come downstairs and ask what was wrong, and one time in particular, they acted as if they were fighting the monster, and came back and said they defeated it! All because I mistook random noises from the basement to be like the ones from the game! XD
One other thing I used to believe growing up was that, if anyone I loved died, I could find the 7 Dragon Balls and ask Shenron to restore them to life! I remember one particular sunset evening, I was riding home with my mom, and I told her that I wanted to do this if she had died, and my mom gave me a harsh redpill: "Silent_Gunner, the 7 Dragon Balls don't exist. Once people die, they can't be brought back." I vividly remember crying at the naive, yet innocent realization that death is most certainly permanent, and I think it shaped my perception of reality so hard that I started to take things more seriously than I really should have.
Last, but most certainly not least, I believed that authority could always be trusted...until age 6/7. This is gonna get longwinded, because this event, along with things I've heard from both my family and other accounts of people who grew up in my parents' conglomeration of churches, is what made me ultimately question the faith my parents hold to be so important, or so they act like.
*heavy inhale*
My parents sent me to a private Christian school until 1st grade. It was around K-6 that they learned that I was on the Aspergian end of the Autism spectrum. Every teacher was accommodating for my needs...until the evil witch that was this first grade teacher who I will hence forth refer to as Cruelty. You see, Cruelty is the teacher who wants kids to either submit to her authority, get in line and stay in line, or get the fuck out of her classroom and, by implication, get kicked out of the school. Being that I was autistic, and was still trying to get accustomed to acting normal, all the while trying to be a regular kid who just did regular-kid-things the best I understood them at the time, to say there was conflict would be the biggest understatement of them all. I remember one time, we had recess after lunch or something (I was 6/7, there's no way I remember the usual day-to-day schedule), and she had me stay in the classroom with her, and was scolding for something. I can't remember what it was, but I know that I was sent to the principal's office several times, and he was a son of a fucking bitch. He was also a SOB to my older brothers and other people as well.
There were several times where I was spanked by this teacher. This was a normal form of discipline in the schools run by these churches, and definitely approved of by most of, if not all of the parents attending the church and putting their kids into the school run by said churches. Not to mention, the verbal abuse by Cruelty in addition to all of this. I'd have meltdowns that I think a good amount of autistic people would have that she and others in that school didn't have any training to deal with properly because these people aren't the kind to be open to new ideas or discoveries, speaking from experience. (for the most part, there's a couple of standouts here and there, of course)
All of this eventually led to me getting kicked out of the school this church ran. While I was experiencing all of this, my parents did have a meeting or two with Cruelty, where Cruelty was as cold and uncaring as she came off to me with my parents: asking them why I can't just behave, asking if my behavior was because of my being "unsaved" (translation: you prayed a prayer asking Jesus to come into your heart and save you in this conglomeration of churches. Infant baptism is a big no-no), and saying that "Silent_Gunner does what Silent_Gunner will do!" according to my mother, who was either on the verge of tears or was crying because of how much of a fucking bitch Cruelty was!
After this, I remember my parents were trying desperately to find another school for me. Thing is, it was going to be one of those public schools that would "turn your kid into a socialism-lovin', pot-smokin', sex abusin', alcohol intoxicatin' mess of a sinner that would go astray from God!"...or so I'd find out in my later years, because in all of my time in the public school, I never experienced shit like what I just described, or if it was that way, I certainly didn't pick up on it in my years in the public school system.
Anyways, my parents found an elementary school in the school district that was apparently very good at helping kids like myself. Not necessarily a school for disabled children, but a school that had a good special ed program.
I remember my reaction to the thought of going back to school, though; I didn't want to. I actively hated it, and in the time I was at home, I remember being filled with nothing but contempt at everyone in my life. I had an angry face everywhere in the house, and didn't barely speak to anyone. Everything I had through a month before had left deep wounds in my mentality that, at times, come back to haunt me. I remember screaming, crying, wanting to go home while trapped at the school. Hell, I even wanted nothing to do with church at the time for reasons that I can now articulate better, but back then, I was a kid, and saying that someone was "mean" always got a reaction that could be mocking at best by my parents and sometimes my older brothers.
It was a point where everything and everyone in the world seemed to be against me. And now, I had to go back to school, a place where, in my 6-7 year old brain, was associated with nothing but pain, suffering, and a desire to just want to return back home.
The first week didn't go well. I was more mischievous than I would be today, because I simply didn't trust anyone. Thing is, when I was sent to the office, the principal didn't get mad at me. She said hello and asked how things were going, from what I remember. After this first week, I heard from my mother that they were going to send a special "helper" to assist me with things in class and, as I'd come to find out and later reflect on, help guide me towards success even with my autism and my still lacking social skills going into middle school. Throughout my years at this school, I managed to begin trusting things in the world again, and finally making sense of things that had happened years before, and managed to start recovering...by mostly repressing a lot of the things that had happened until I was 18 and began questioning the church that funded and supported what happened at that school and others like it and other things far worse than the hand I was dealt.
But that's a story for another time.
One other thing I used to believe growing up was that, if anyone I loved died, I could find the 7 Dragon Balls and ask Shenron to restore them to life! I remember one particular sunset evening, I was riding home with my mom, and I told her that I wanted to do this if she had died, and my mom gave me a harsh redpill: "Silent_Gunner, the 7 Dragon Balls don't exist. Once people die, they can't be brought back." I vividly remember crying at the naive, yet innocent realization that death is most certainly permanent, and I think it shaped my perception of reality so hard that I started to take things more seriously than I really should have.
Last, but most certainly not least, I believed that authority could always be trusted...until age 6/7. This is gonna get longwinded, because this event, along with things I've heard from both my family and other accounts of people who grew up in my parents' conglomeration of churches, is what made me ultimately question the faith my parents hold to be so important, or so they act like.
*heavy inhale*
My parents sent me to a private Christian school until 1st grade. It was around K-6 that they learned that I was on the Aspergian end of the Autism spectrum. Every teacher was accommodating for my needs...until the evil witch that was this first grade teacher who I will hence forth refer to as Cruelty. You see, Cruelty is the teacher who wants kids to either submit to her authority, get in line and stay in line, or get the fuck out of her classroom and, by implication, get kicked out of the school. Being that I was autistic, and was still trying to get accustomed to acting normal, all the while trying to be a regular kid who just did regular-kid-things the best I understood them at the time, to say there was conflict would be the biggest understatement of them all. I remember one time, we had recess after lunch or something (I was 6/7, there's no way I remember the usual day-to-day schedule), and she had me stay in the classroom with her, and was scolding for something. I can't remember what it was, but I know that I was sent to the principal's office several times, and he was a son of a fucking bitch. He was also a SOB to my older brothers and other people as well.
There were several times where I was spanked by this teacher. This was a normal form of discipline in the schools run by these churches, and definitely approved of by most of, if not all of the parents attending the church and putting their kids into the school run by said churches. Not to mention, the verbal abuse by Cruelty in addition to all of this. I'd have meltdowns that I think a good amount of autistic people would have that she and others in that school didn't have any training to deal with properly because these people aren't the kind to be open to new ideas or discoveries, speaking from experience. (for the most part, there's a couple of standouts here and there, of course)
All of this eventually led to me getting kicked out of the school this church ran. While I was experiencing all of this, my parents did have a meeting or two with Cruelty, where Cruelty was as cold and uncaring as she came off to me with my parents: asking them why I can't just behave, asking if my behavior was because of my being "unsaved" (translation: you prayed a prayer asking Jesus to come into your heart and save you in this conglomeration of churches. Infant baptism is a big no-no), and saying that "Silent_Gunner does what Silent_Gunner will do!" according to my mother, who was either on the verge of tears or was crying because of how much of a fucking bitch Cruelty was!
After this, I remember my parents were trying desperately to find another school for me. Thing is, it was going to be one of those public schools that would "turn your kid into a socialism-lovin', pot-smokin', sex abusin', alcohol intoxicatin' mess of a sinner that would go astray from God!"...or so I'd find out in my later years, because in all of my time in the public school, I never experienced shit like what I just described, or if it was that way, I certainly didn't pick up on it in my years in the public school system.
Anyways, my parents found an elementary school in the school district that was apparently very good at helping kids like myself. Not necessarily a school for disabled children, but a school that had a good special ed program.
I remember my reaction to the thought of going back to school, though; I didn't want to. I actively hated it, and in the time I was at home, I remember being filled with nothing but contempt at everyone in my life. I had an angry face everywhere in the house, and didn't barely speak to anyone. Everything I had through a month before had left deep wounds in my mentality that, at times, come back to haunt me. I remember screaming, crying, wanting to go home while trapped at the school. Hell, I even wanted nothing to do with church at the time for reasons that I can now articulate better, but back then, I was a kid, and saying that someone was "mean" always got a reaction that could be mocking at best by my parents and sometimes my older brothers.
It was a point where everything and everyone in the world seemed to be against me. And now, I had to go back to school, a place where, in my 6-7 year old brain, was associated with nothing but pain, suffering, and a desire to just want to return back home.
The first week didn't go well. I was more mischievous than I would be today, because I simply didn't trust anyone. Thing is, when I was sent to the office, the principal didn't get mad at me. She said hello and asked how things were going, from what I remember. After this first week, I heard from my mother that they were going to send a special "helper" to assist me with things in class and, as I'd come to find out and later reflect on, help guide me towards success even with my autism and my still lacking social skills going into middle school. Throughout my years at this school, I managed to begin trusting things in the world again, and finally making sense of things that had happened years before, and managed to start recovering...by mostly repressing a lot of the things that had happened until I was 18 and began questioning the church that funded and supported what happened at that school and others like it and other things far worse than the hand I was dealt.
But that's a story for another time.
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Hahaha.. I didn't know about this one. Yeah, I guess they already know the story like that
Here is the other one. I thought if I stepped backward that time would reverse. [emoji2957] been stepping backward ever since. lol Still going forward.
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I had a similar thought when I was really young, but instead it was changing the time of my watch backward to go back in time, lol
i beleved in "whale man" and got scae when my mum tild me if you dotdo that whale man will eat you in korean (also sounds better in korean)
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