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No. 6339
When I was eight, I seemed to believe that there was an actual WORLD in my Pokemon game beyond what was being presented, and that I could access the rest by playing obsessively to find secret codes and some shit.
Earlier, at about five, I was convinced that the world was like the movie world. When my puppy went missing, I knew it absolutely needed to be me who found him since I loved him the most and that at the same time, I'd been having a lot of trouble riding a bike. It seemed like common sense, then, that in this time of need, I would suddenly figure it out in some dramatic scene of love and dedication to my best buddy. Despite my determination, I failed miserably. (We did find the dog later on that day, but don't get too relieved, because we sold it a year later.)
Even in the face of this catastrophic failure (both failing to save my dog and then later failing to use the power of love to save him from getting sold), I still tried the movie approach to teaching my bird to speak. I believed he was sentient, and if he could speak, he would carry on conversations with me and be like some secret encouragement (the movie Paulie may have had something to do with this). Worked as well as one could predict.
I was also worried about cops seeing me go into my house after school when no one was home, but that is because my mother had the genuine belief that child services would take me away if they knew I was going to be home without adult supervision. For about one school year, I dutifully followed a routine of making sure no one was on the street when I fished for my keys, and then being quiet with the lights off so no one would see someone was home. Then summer came and I wanted to chase butterflies outside, and I decided my mother was full of paranoid crap.
I also believed doing some retarded chanting song would attract more butterflies to my territory, that wearing a brand of shoes with a cheetah for a logo would make me run faster, and that there were secret passageways in my house that I just couldn't find because I wasn't looking hard enough.
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