family

I was (and still am) an only child, and begged my parents for a little sibling (sister preferrably), my parents never came around to having one, so I made up fake ones.

Smurfette

There are seven years between me and my closest sibling. When I was little my older brother and sister told me that our mom paid them five dollars a day to talk to me. They also said that if they were nice to me when they talked they got an extra ten dollars. This infuriated me as a child and I would refuse to talk to them! I guess it kept me out of their hair!

maggie

My cousins (who were older than us) told me and my other cousins that we were all born in China, but we fell in a well and fell all the way to our parents houses and that they adopted us. I thought that was true for several years.

Emily

when i was little i always thought that my mom was a elien from pluto!!!!

pooper scooper (nick name)

I would often wonder what it was like for my mum using the bath-room when she was younger. How on earth did she manage those big old-fashioned crinolene dresses by herself? When she told me she WASN'T actually 200 yrs old, I asked what that had to do with anything?

Barbra

When was little i used to belive that my brother Warren was an allien. He used to have a water bed. I thought it was a space ship. So my told me if you poke holes in it you can see his allien skin because he'll be mad. So i did that. Guess what? He was mad.

allyson

i used to believe that boys came from their dads and girls came from teir mothers. i had two older sisters and one younger so i told my dad he shouldn't be afraid to have a boy. i kno have two more yonger sisters. he's still scared

Kathy

I used to think that my Dad was Chinese because he had black hair and when he smiled his eyes became squinted.

Anon

when my brotherand I were little we got into a fight as to who my mom loved more. I told him Mom loved me more because I had been around longer and he ran away and wouldn't stop crying- how cruel was that :)

mary

When my dad was little he and his bro and sis would go to their grandmas house. at her house she had a dock and she told the children to never go on the dock by their selves.
one day my great grandma was cutting carrots and looked out the window that over looked the dock. their she saw all three children swinging their legs off the dock. she got so mad she ran out and started yelling at them. they started crying and wailed "but we were together!"
my great grandma as still not forgiven herself. lol

LE

when i was about 5 i used to share a room with my sister and i believed that my dad transformed into a lion and plastered himself to the ceiling either above my bed or by the door and he wouldn't let me leave!

Jess

when I was a kid and my parents were going out and we had to have a babysitter, I used to want to go with them rather than staying home. So I would ask my parents where they were going and they'd say "crazy, wanna come?" I used to think crazy was this smokey, hellish place and I was arfiad of going, so I'd say, no and suck it up at home.

stacie

My Dad used to tell me he was the heir to the throne of Denmark, and would one day have to leave us in order to fulfill his duty there.

Spike

When me and my brother would try and tickle my dad he would go i wouldnt do that if i were you your brother mortimer tickled me once and you dont c him around!!! I believed we had another brother untill i was like 7

BoBo

I used to believe that how much you loved someone could be measured by a number. I used to tell my sister I loved her 5,031. I told my other sister I loved her 5,030.

Mandy The Mental

when I went to bed at night and listened to my parents downstairs laughing and talking, I imagined that they had really turned into withches(the cartoon-y kind with pointy black hats and boiling cauldron)..and had invited their wicth-y friends to cast spells and such....thye wer probably just doing crossword puzzles together and watching TV...

fern

I used to believe that Grandpa (my next door neighbour's father) had lost his leg during a cricket match when he was, apparently, hit by a ball. In fact, he lost it in the First World War. I spent many afternoons sitting on the floor at his feet knocking on his false leg. It was hollow and made a nice noise.

Nicola

Until I was was in my twenties, I actually believed my father was deaf, in 'that' ear. :-)

Guligan.