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I used to think my biological father was Goofy, and that he lived in a big brick building(Disney Land)up the road when I was 4.
I'm sure so many people have thought like this when they were little but I'm sharing anyway. When I was little and my parents would go out, my siblings and I would of course have a babysitter. We would always go to bed before they got home, and I always thought it was because we went to sleep that they came home. I was always relieved to see them when I woke up the next morning. Babysitters are evil. :p
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I used to believe that my Dad was the first person in the world who knew how to drive a car and that he taught everyone else
I used to believe that Mr. T was my father and Nancy Reagan was my mother. My mom would tell me this when I was bad!!
I believed that grown-up men were automatically older than grown-up women (i.e., Dad was automatically older than Mom), and a taller grown-up was older than a shorter grown-up. Luckily, my Mom was shorter than, and younger than my Dad, so no cause for utter confusion. I also thought that grown-ups who played on the floor with kids (my Aunt) were younger than those who were too busy to (my Mom). In fact, my Aunt is 10 years older than my Mom.
I used to believe that on Valentines day, Jack Valentine used to come to my house and bring me gifts. I soon cottoned on that it was my mum, but i should of guessed really, as when she went out they always used to tell me to go look for him out of the back door instead of the front!!!!!
When i asked my mom where my dad is,she told me that he drowned while sipping his chicken soup,and i, actually believed her.
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When I was little, I wanted so much to have a twin. I believed I could really be two people, and we would agree on everything. I had a Wispy Walker doll that was nearly as tall as me. I had learned in church that if you prayed and truly believed with all your might, God would give you whatever you wanted. So I prayed that my Wispy Walker doll would come to life and be my twin. I prayed this for a really long time, honestly believing it would happen. When it didn't, I decided that she had come to life on the inside, but that her hard plastic skin kept her from moving, so I immediately slathered her all up and down with my mom's skin lotion, expecting it to soften the plastic into real skin and allow her to be alive. It never worked, and I was so surprised because I really thought I believed with all my might. It was some time later that I realized God doesn't always say "yes" when we ask for things. Sometimes the answer is "no" or "not right now."
when i was old enough to know what birthdays meant, my grandfather told me that he quit having birthdays. It was very strange to me that my mom (which was his daughter) was getting older than him. But, everybody backed up his story. To this day, he is still 29! (and holding, of course!)
When I was about 3 or 4 my aunt brought my newborn cousin over to visit us for the first time. I exclaimed "Oh! She's can open her eyes!!!" I thought babies were like kittens and it took them a while to open their eyes after they were born.
My name is Anna, one time when I was a child my farther was putting on his coat, I asked my mother 'what's Daddy doing?' she said 'He's just putting on his anorak' and I replied 'Thats not an Annarak, thats a Daddyrak!' - I honestly thought each coat had a different name depending on the person it belonged to...
Makes sence in a kid-logic kind of way.
My father's side of the family has a Portugese background, but I was never taught to speak the language. I did however, have to call women on that side of the family Tia so-and-so (Tia Norma, Tia Evelyn etc). I always wondered why I never had to call them auntie, and why they all had the same first name.. that is until my 8th grade Spanish class when I learned that Tia means aunt in Spanish, and I figured out it does in Portugese too!
i used to think only children whose parents don't want them anymore goes to childcare centre.
AS a child ( my father was 50 when I was born) I truly believed that my dad was friends with George Washington, and Abraham Lincoln ( Not Possible for several reasons)..I thought he had wooden teeth too, because when he and George needed to get new teeth, all they had back then were wooden ones. I used to to tell this story to all of the kids in school...No wonder why I got picked on all the time!
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I used to believe that the stretch marks on my dad's stomach were really the result of his fight with bears, which he won of course.
when I was little my mom drove a van, and I thought it was my school bus because I had an older brother and sister... so every time she stopped she had to act like she opened the door and kids would get on, I sat in the back of the van because I thought it was where the 'cool kids' sat.. just like my older brother and sister.
I was convinced that my parent's were aliens. I truly believed that aliens had come to earth and abducted my parents, and that my mammy and daddy were out in the garden shed, tied up on chairs and unable to escape. I used to go out to the shed and peer in, trying to see them, but to no avail. So I spent day after day scared that my alien parents were going to kill me....healthy stuff right there.
When my parents would have an argument, and one would threaten the other about going to jail, I used to think that meant that one of them would be shoved down into the toothpaste bottle by the other.
I noticed when I was about 8 or 9 that my Great Aunts had smooth legs and wrinkled faces. I concluded the bottom half was the Aunt and the top hald of them was the Great. Aunts were younger and "Great" was older just like Great Grand Ma. I didn't realize they had on support hose, until I ask to touch their legs....Then I was really confused.
When I was a child, my father would threaten to whip us with his RAZOR strap. I had truly visualized a belt filled with razors.Well the day finally came! We were playing football in the house and my older brother put my older sister through the livingroom wall. Well my Dad said thats it! He went to his room and got the RAZOR belt. He brought it to the livingroom and all it was, was a pieca of leather. My brother and sister and I all looked at each other and started laughing so hard. We explained to our Dad why we were laughing and he started laughing too. We never got the whipping!!
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