If you blew on a dandelion all your wishes would come true. (Whenever my parents would take me to the park, instead of going to the playground, I would roam around and search for dandelions to blow on). Sometimes unconsciously I still do that.
A four-leaf clover will bring you good luck. When I wasn’t searching for dandelions I would roam around and look for four-leaf clovers. I never found one, but I haven’t lost hope. When I’m sitting on the grass, my eyes wander around for a four-leaf clover.
One time I accidentally swallowed a magnet and I was convinced I was going to die. I did what any other child would do. I took another magnet and placed it on my stomach to see if it sticks. It didn’t. But I remember lying down on the bed waiting for the angels of death to come. FYI, they didn’t.
I thought babies were born as soon as you knew you were ready for one, and they just popped into existence. I hadn’t taken bio…
I believed that if I ran straight ahead, I could touch the sun. Ironically, I’ve been running all my life and I still don’t have toned legs, and of course I haven’t touched the sun.
The moon would always follow me because I was special. Apparently and sadly, I am not.
The moon was made of cheese. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to be an astronaut (another broken dream).
I believed that everything was under my control. I was the master of my own fate. But now I realize that I am only in control of my reactions not other people’s actions.
I was so convinced that the tooth fairy was real that I made my brother believe in it to. I didn’t know that the money I found under my pillow was left there by my dad.
Clouds are made from cloud factories, and I always wanted to work in one…
I believed that if I closed my eyes when things would go bad than everything would freeze and things would get better. (I still kinda believe in that, and sometimes I do that to make myself believe that everything is ok). I feel in control. It’s that milli-second that gives me all the courage I need to make it through.
I believed that electricity came from thunder.
And thunder came because God was mad. Maybe I was thinking of Zeus (even though I had no idea who Zeus was at that time).
I believed that if I was a good person then everyone in the world would be good to me, and I would be Gods favorite… I guess I’m not.
I believed God was in the sky and every time I prayed; I would look up… but I guess God never looked down.
One of my mom’s friends made me believe that if a crow crowed near your house, that means you’re having guests over (unconsciously I still believe in that).
I had an imaginary best friend. (Actually, I had so many. I didn’t need any real friends because I got to create my own- I wish I could still do that. Maybe this is why I have a hard time making friends because I never learned the art of friend-making. Why would I need that when… poof… I could just make my own friends). My mom tells me I would often talk to myself when I was young. Obviously, who else would I talk to when I need expert advice.
I saw my dad as iron man. When I was younger, I believed that he was capable of doing anything. I still believe that. He makes me feel safe and secure. When he’s with me, no matter how bad the circumstance is, I feel unafraid. He doesn’t know this. I hope he reads this one day and figures it out.
Sometimes I wish I could believe in all those things again. Where the world was black and white with no grey in between. Where the only thing I had to do was reach for the sky to touch it. Where my world of fantasies and imagination gave me all the comfort I needed….