That rottweiler was pronounced ‘rock-weiler’
That my mum was telling the truth when she said, “O, Laura, you’ve got to eat your sprouts, I got them especially for you.”
When a planes flies over and you stop and wave to it, the red light that flashes on its under carriage is the pilot waving back.
Sausage dogs just hadn’t grown up yet.
One day I would marry Michael Jackson.
I also believed that Lisa Marie Presley had ‘stolen’ him from me.
That I would grow my hair until it wad the longest in the world and get into the Guiness Book of Records.
I had a singing range similar to Mariah Carey’s.
My diary would one day be published, like Anne Frank’s.
There was a boy living in my attic like a fugitive.
That my Dad was saying “Whitey Ess” when he talked about a work training programme called YTS.
There was a possibility that I might well be stolen by monsters who could make my bed sink into the floor and into a pit where children were kept as slaves.
Life was like Famous Five books. I was always looking for adventures and was puzzled by the lack of smugglers and baddies.
lazylauramaisey 
Posted by rambler5319 on December 16, 2012 at 23:59
I know of a Dad who when he went to the cashpoint (ATM) told his young kids that when you pressed the keys for amount of money you wanted a man inside the bank saw a screen with that amount on. He then counted it out and pushed it back through the slot. Although the Dad was only joking he found out many years later that the kids had believed him until they were almost teenagers.
Posted by kindredspirit23 on December 17, 2012 at 16:14
I think all of us with a good, solid imagination had some similar beliefs. I am glad you were able to live through yours. Mine often saved me when I thought I was losing it.
Scott