
I had a similar thought, that my life was like, the only one. And the people around me and the things that happened was just part of my story or whatever. I'd like to think not...
yvviL
I used to think if I stepped on bird poo, I'd turn into an ugly, disgusting Pigeon.
I used to believe a bear was following me after I poked my arm through a bar in a zoo and a worker said you made him mad now as a joke
screw dat guy!
I used to believe, seriously, don't judge me, that fairies existed at Christmas and the whole family used to dance around in the corridor wishing for a fairy, I would walk in and no fairy, mum would walk in and there would be a fairy. Once I went in and there was a fairy. Also, there was a golden lady bird one year and a gold fairy was on the tree. OK, so I actually believed this until year eight, NO JUDGING PLEASE! I used to text my friends saying 'there's a fairy, try it at your home' and they all went yeah yeah. Only found out in year eight because I found a box in the attic with all the fairies. Gosh, I feel such a prat, and mum used to pretend the blue fairies- their dress, were naughty fairies and had parties at night and make little wine glasses out of the cherry bakewall packaging tin foil thing.![]()
Want to hide these adverts? Register an account for free!