family
Show most recent or highest rated first. Common beliefs in this section include:page 29 of 56
< 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 >
top belief!
This is actually about my brother and not myself. When he was about three or four, my family had just moved into a new house. The town being as small as it was, the local pastor came to welcome my family to the neighborhood.
Now, my family liked to have company over, mainly uncles and aunts. When my brother was little, he must have mistaken all his uncles for more "dads" since they were there so often. It was shortly after New Years that they had moved in, and they let my brother sip a little champagne.
Anyway, upon the pastor's arrival, my brother ran to him and greeted him immediately by announcing, "I drink booze with my dads! I have LOTS of dads!" One of our family's finest moments, I think.
When I was young I had this wierd irrational fear that my dad was going to kidnap me and take me away from my mom--no parents were not divorced. he used to take the "senic route" everywhere and I would panic when I didn't recognize where we were and ask repeatedly "where are we going?" This fear lasted unitl I was about 12 I thought I was nuts but I finally figured this one out. when I was very young my dad used to listen to books on tape in the car. There was one particular story by Mary Higgins Clark called "Little Lost Angel" where a little girl is kidnapped by her dad....
top belief!
I used to believe I had 2 sets of parents. The nice ones and the mean ones. They would hide in their closet and switch out occasionally.
(Hero -- father)
When my dad was a child, he worked on farms for pocket money. He would snare pesky gophers, dig holes for fence posts, and do some harvesting. One time, he told me, a man's arm got caught and sucked up into the horrible cutting blades of the hay bailer. My dad, thinking quick, and acting quicker, grabbed a nearby axe and severed the man's arm off at the elbow joint before the machine could pull him all the way in. When I repeated this story to him twenty years later, he said it wasn't him and I must have read it in a Stephen King book or something.
I checked with my brother, and my brother told me that our dad told him that one time he was helicoptered to the top of Mt. Everest so that he could ski down.
Hmmm.
Irregardless, we both decided, with children having less and less role models these days, our father would still be our number one life-saver/ thrilll-seeker hero.
when i was around 7, i thought my parents were trying to kill me so i started acting up. when they took me to a therapist, she asked me to draw a picture of my family, and i purposely left out my father so she would think my parents werent good parents and would let me be adopted into another home.
About 2 years ago, when we owned a cat and it behaved badly, my mom would warn it and shout "I'm gonna return you back to the pet shop!" So my 6 year old brother made these big eyes, looked up at my mom and asked in a low voice, "If I don't behave, will you take me back to the Kid Shop?" And my mom assured him of that and to this day, he still believes another kid will take his place if he misbehaves.
My older sister is 8 years older than me. So when I was little and she was a teenager, she started not wanting me to be in the bathroom when she was bathing, for privacy.
She had never wanted this before, and when I questioned her, to avoid the awkwardness of telling me she didn't want me seeing her naked, she told me she was an angel, and if I saw her in the bathtub I would see her wings, and God would be upset at her for revealing this secret.
She told me not to tell anybody. I thought for ages that she was an angel; I felt really special to have my sister be an angel and I thought that maybe when I got to be a teenager like her I would grow my wings and be an angel as well.
I noticed a book once in our house and the author had the same first and last name as my dad, and I thought that my dad had written a book.
top belief!
When i was little i thought whenever my mom was acting weird it was an alien pretending to be my mom so everytime my mom acted weird i started pulling at her face trying to take the alien's mask off. eventually my mom and i made up a secret code so i wouldn't think she was an alien.
...i had issues?
top belief!
When I was little, I used to believe that my mom was the real life Snow White from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" because she had short black hair and pale skin. Then I came to the conclusion that since my mom was Snow White, my dad must be Prince Charming. I got some pretty weird looks from people when I told them this. I thought I was so special....
When I was young, I would frequently throw fits. My mom would always count to three when I did- when she got to three, if I was still throwing a fit, I'd get a spanking. Well, being the mischevious little thing that I was, every time she got to two, I would hollar at the top of my lungs "BUCKLE MY SHOE!" It was only for a little while that I beleived she was actually trying to say 'one, two, buckle my shoe.' After that, I did it just for kicks.
When my lil brother was misbehaving and my mom told him to act like a human being. Then my brother started crying because he thought he was turning into a greenbean!
When I was about 4 or 5, I was totally taken with my uncle Don. I just loved everything about him and he made my childhood magical. He had a girlfriend named Debbie and he told me that her real name was Princess Zebbie, he was Prince Zon and I was princess Zaige. (My name is Paige). He even had Debbie make me a papier-mache crown that was painted gold and had plastic jewels in it. She was wealthy and when we'd go to her house, which was very formal and "regal" appearing, I was convinced I was stepping into a castle. She even had a chair with a high back that I believed was her throne. We moved to Florida when I was 6 and I told all of my new friends about the princess I knew back in New York. No one believed me, but I knew it was true...for a couple of more years, then I realized the truth. But, oh, how magical it was to have my own princess, prince and to be a princess myself!
I used to believe that when people moved, they left their current house and 'hoped' to get the house they wanted.
One day when my aunt was going through the moving process, I proceeded to give her a 5 minute lecture on where the house key is in case she moved out but somebody else had gotten the apartment first.
when i was a child i had a chuck e cheese toy... it had a fat stomach and really skinny arms and legs... i one day asked my grandmother, why does he look like that.. she told me because he ate rocks... well one day, years later, after i had met my mom's boyfriend (and now husband)my grandma asked what i thought of him... i told her "he looks like he eats rocks"...
For the first four years of my life, my mom had long dark brown hair. One day, she came home with very short 80's style frosted hair and I started to cry because I thought my real mom had been replaced by this strange woman. Although other aspects of her seemed similar to my real mom, I thought perhaps this new mom could be a robot of some type. I still sometimes think that people seem like they've been "replaced" after getting a different hair cut.
My sister was born when I was almost 3 years old. As we both got older, I told her that aliens had given my mother an egg to hide under her shirt and that's where my sister came from...outerspace....My sister believed that for years lol
i had a twin brother that died on the swingset and i couldnt ask my mom cause shed cry and my dad would beat me... gotta love brothers and sisters
I used to think that my Grandma & Grandpa were just friends of my parents who were named that. I didn't know for years that they were my mom's parents.
When I was little my mother was prone to rather outlandish threats. She would tell me that if I didn't stop she'd break off my arm and beat me over the head with it. I still remember looking in the mirror with my arm crooked over my head to see how you did that. Well that and I would run look in the mirror, because she also said she could see a lie written all over my face.
I Used To Believe™ © 2002 - 2024 Mat Connolley, another Iteracy website. privacy policy