When I was little, my parents told me crumbs will turn into bugs if I didn't clean them up. They finally told me the truth when I freaked out over a pile of crumbs over at someone else's house
For about seven years my dad led me to believe that he could predict weather. We used to sit outside for hours weather-watching. One of the only good memories I have of the bastard.
When I was little, I convinced a girl in my class that there was a witch living in my basement and at midnight you could hear the stirring of her cauldron and her witchy laughter.
I think I was a sad, sad kid. :(