29. AssnecK666

My son when he was about 2… he had a weird fear of being abandoned, which there never was an incident of him getting lost or any type thing. He asked my wife if we have ever forgotten him anywhere, which she replied no. He responds “oh that’s right, it happened when you were small and I was big”

30. Superfish1984

My daughter had some imaginary friends for a couple years named Dodo, Ghana & The Evil. They just sort of appeared out of nowhere when she was about 2.5 years old. It started with Dodo and Ghana, then a few months later (she was about 3 at this point) she came up to me and told me with a creepily expressionless face: “The Evil is coming over today” and just walked away.

Turns out, The Evil was actually a pretty nice imaginary friend, she just had an unfortunate name.

31. nickdngr

I was in Fred Meyers buying groceries a few months ago and a random kid walked up right next to me and pulled on my pocket. Kid had to be like 7 or 8. Anyway, he pulls on my pocket and I look down and he makes a throat slicing motion with his finger over his throat and just walks away. That was the creepiest run-in with a stranger, not to mention a kid, I’ve ever had.

32. panshaker

I was changing my 2 1/2 year old daughter’s diaper when she reached up and touched the side of my face. She looked in my eyes, and said, “I love you, but I never should have married you.” It was a week later that I realized the babysitter had showed her “The Fantastic Mr. Fox”, and that it was a line from the movie, not something my wife was practicing saying in the mirror.

33. caehtruly

I’m not a parent, but my mom told me that when I was really young, I used to sit by the rocking chair and mumble things. She eventually became curious and asked what I was saying. I told her I was talking to “the old lady”.

Also, about 10 years later, I stayed at my aunt’s house. In the morning, I heard my 3 year old cousin stirring, so I decided to be a thoughtful niece and went to get her out of bed so my aunt could sleep in longer. When I walked into her room, she stood up in her crib and said “Your friend came and woke me up last night.” I was staying in a room by myself the night before.

34. icycooL

I’ve got a few stories from my own childhood actually.

I remember one time my mom told me when I was about 2~3 I told her that I was once a firefighter and died fighting a house fire.

There was another time when I was 2 years old, at my grandmother’s house, when I inexplicably walked up to the glass coffee table and smashed my head straight through it. I didn’t cry or say anything, just did it. I still don’t know why or even remember doing it.