dog years: I used to believe I used to believe I’d be famous.
I used to believe in adulthood.
I used to believe in Canada Dry ginger ale and Zero candy bars.
I used to believe in the North Carolina State Highway Patrol.
I used to believe I’d be known for creating.
I used to believe in weathermen.
I used to believe that a five hour bike ride, some herb, and breakfast for dinner were the way to end the day.
I used to believe finding problems was better than fixing problems.
I used to believe in speaking my mind.
I used to believe in built to last.
I used to believe sunsets were prettier than sunrises.
I used to believe that my Dad was Sheriff Andy Taylor.
I used to believe you could argue about God and win.
I used to believe that I was better than you are.
I used to believe you are better than I am.
I used to believe I’d find Christ in the pages of a theology book.
I used to believe in coincidence.
I used to believe the metal Radio Flyers were the best.
I used to believe that peace was between two people.
I used to believe doubt was bad.
I used to believe in Ms. Lonelyhearts, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and Billy Bob Thornton.
I used to believe in Ernest Hemingway.
