When I was a kid, whenever my whole family was out of the house and I was always alone, I was always convinced that they had planted a bomb in the house and had all left so that they could detonate it and blow me up
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When I was about 7, I had jumped off of an exercise bike and hurt my leg. Thus, I had to be put through an MRI (Large tube that they sort of slide you through to get Xrays). Unfortunately, I was convinced that it was indeed a machine that would pull me into a strange alternate rift where everyone was a child-eating monster, and that the doctor and my dad were anxious to get me through so their bizarro-selves could have a feast. So, whenever they told me to not move before I would go through, I would scream at the top of my lungs and move as much as possible. It took about 5 or 6 tries before they finally got me through. :)
Actually, my mom was so -over-protective, that i often thought that when I was younger, she had hired a hit on my life. And then she changed her mind, but could never find the assassin to tell him. So I always expected to die in some mysterious long distance way, with my mom's money going to the Kill Nikky effort.
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i also thought the poison thing.
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