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My great-grandmother was Hungarian. She passed on some of her sayings to my mother. So, whenever I was bad, Mom would say, "I'm going to sell you to the gypsies!"
When I was little I thought that adult men didnt cry. I never saw my dad cry but I saw my brothers cry I never understood that.
My mom would tell her friends "I'll give you a ring" as she was saying goodbye to them. I was always mad at her because she never gave me any rings. I thought she was giving them all jewelry.
WHEN I WAS LITTLE BEING THE YOUNGEST OF THREE MY SISTERS TOLD ME I WAS BOUGHT AT KMART ON BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL AND WHEN I WAS EIGHTEEN I WOULD HAVE TO RETURN TO CHINA
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When I was about five, I heard my mother call my paternal grandmother "Mom." From this, I naturally assumed that Nana had been Mom's mother when Mom was a little girl, and that, conversely, my dad had been raised by my maternal grandparents. I thought that couples swapped parents when they were married.
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I believed that since my grandparents retired and built a house in Florida, they were very rich. In fact, they even had their initials engraved on the water faucet handles..."H"(Herb) and "C"(Clara).
I use to believe that everyone had a long lost twin on the other side of the world.
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I used to think that my grandmother was a pioneer from the covered wagon days.
when I was little i used to believe that I had an identical twin somewhere out there that was doing the exact same thing at the exact same time.
I also wondered what it would be like if we ever crossed paths.
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It never occured to me that my mom was once a kid,when she told me I remember thinking she was lying to get me to stop crying.
I was brought to tears more than once when my older brother would tell me that he and my mom found me under a rock at the beach and felt sorry for me and took me home. Nice, huh?
My mother is an artist and one day she told me she was going to paint me after school. I was very excited until she showed me her canvas and I realised she had not meant to actually paint my face!! I was only 5 ....ok!
I am an only child. I grew up convinced that once a child was born it was against the law for the daddy to stay. If the mommy got pregnat with another child, the daddy was forced to come back and live with her. I didn't ever think about how she got pregnant with the second child.
I used to believe that all of your aunts were your mother's sisters and all of your uncles's were your father's brothers. This was because my mom had 3 sisters & no brothers, and my dad had 2 brothers and no sisters. I remember being very confused at 5 years old when I was told that the man my Aunt Nancy was marrying would be my Uncle Shane. I couldn't figure out how he could become my father's brother.
When I was like 5 my parents told me that they picked me up off the side of the road. They also told my sister that they found her in a dumpster. when my cousin asked how he was born my mom told him that his mom found him at a pound he's 6 he was 4 when he asked and he doesnt beleavee it any more
Both of my parents fathers died long before I was born. I grew up thinking that grandfathers were these really cool old men who went on adventures. For some reason, I would tell stories to my family of "When I was a grandfather".
I guess I was just trying to fit in... all my friends had grandfathers.
I used to be terrified of my great grandmother and wouldn't let her go anywhere near me! I was totally convinced that rather than just having wrinkley flappy skin around her neck as many old women do, she actually had a hole in her neck!
When I was little a lot of the african-american people I knew would always say they were cousins. So I used to believe that ALL african americans were realted to each other.
I used to believe that every dad has moustaches! If someone has not, he just must haven't children. I believed only in cartoons can be fathers without moustaches. Really! (I don't know why)
I used to believe that to adopt someone you just had to call a telephone number and they would send you a child in a box in the post.
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