This week's Finish the Sentence Friday Prompt is "When I was a little kid, I thought ..."
The first thing that came to mind for me was that I thought I saw Santa and his reindeer in the sky. Mind you, I was at an age where I no longer believed in Santa, so I was even more shocked, yet still completely sure of what I saw. To make it stranger, we were leaving an AmVets Christmas party, and "Santa" was in attendance, so had I believed in Santa at the time, I would have thought he was still inside. My sister pretty much laughed at me and said I had seen the light on a radio tower and thought it was Rudolph's nose, but it wasn't just his nose I saw! I still swear that I saw four or five of the reindeer and could clearly see their legs moving, almost like they were pumping the air to fly - like kicking your legs under water. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!!!
My sister also thinks I'm crazy for the time our across-the-street neighbors were out of town and left me in charge of their fish. I came running home one night totally freaked out at having just seen a UFO. Sadly, I've seen so many UFO images over the years, I can't exactly remember it now, but suffice to say, I was laughed at again. I felt much better the next day when a friend of hers from a few towns over called and told her he had seen a UFO the night before!! Aha, vindication!!! Nope, she just thought we were both nuts. Again, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it ... I have seen both Santa's sleigh and a UFO!
I also thought my parents were super glamorous back then. Every once in a blue moon, they'd get all decked out for a night on the town, Dad in a suit and Mom in a gown with all the bling to go with it. It was magical to me thinking of them attending a Cinderalla-style ball or something. I really feel we miss out on that nowadays; everything is just so casual. I'm all for that in most instances, but it would be nice if people at least still dressed for things like the theatre/opera/symphony. We all need an excuse to play dress-up now and again.
The other thing I thought when I was a kid was that our house was haunted, but we had lived there for about seven years before it started. Weird things would happen like the water turning on, or the toaster oven. You could find ways to explain that away, but one day I saw a hibiscus tree in the family room flailing as though someone had just run into it. That completely freaked me out, and when I told my Mom, she told me I was being ridiculous and that one of the flours must have just fallen off, making that branch sping up. I checked ... there was no flower on the floor!
The biggest evidence of a ghostly roommate was the day I was upstairs in the living room and heard the pinball machine playing downstairs. My Mom and I were the only ones home at the time, so I was shocked to hear it since she wasn't exactly the "playful" type, let alone for pinball. I thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and hustled downstairs to challenge her to a game, but she was nowhere to be found?!? The machine was on, so I turned it off and started looking around for her. I finally tracked her down upstairs in her dressing room and told her I had just missed her downstairs and would have challenged her to a game. She, of course, looked at me like I was nuts and said she wasn't playing pinball and hadn't been downstairs. The really freaky thing is that even with the machine being on, there is no way for it to make sounds unless someone is actually playing it!!
While living in that neighborhood, there was always tongue-in-cheek talk of it having been built atop an Indian burial ground because of the unusual tragedies that seemed to take place there. Years later, I heard that one of the neighbors actually did some research and found out that was true, so maybe it was the ghost of Chief Wompatuck wanting to spark up a game.
|Not ours, but same kind we had.|
Speaking of Indians, that's another thing I thought when I was a kid ... Our neighborhood was a big circle (well, more like an oblong), and at one end on our side of the circle, there was a big empty lot. At some point, I had a dream that Indians had set up camp in that lot and that they had come to my house, killed my family, and taken me to live as one of them. I don't recall how long it went on, but night after night, I would stand watch at my window, scared to death and waiting for them to come. I was barely tall enough to reach the window, so I was probably six or seven. That must have come from watching a western or some episode of F-Troop or something lol. Ironically, years later, there would come a time when random people would stop and ask me if I was Indian. I was never sure if they meant Native American or someone from India, but that always brought me back to that nightmare.
So, what random things did you think when you were a kid???
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