family

I used to believe that I had two fathers. Actually I knew they were the same man, but it seemed to me that I had two in some sort of surreal way. The first father was the one who was around early morning. He had tousley hair, was unshaven and just didn’t look very good. Probably he coughed a lot and maybe he was a bit grumpy. There was nothing really wrong with him, it was just that I preferred the other one. Every morning he disappeared into the bathroom and after a while, kaapow!, the second father would appear. This one had slicked back hair, a smooth face, smelled good and seemed more friendly

John, aged 59 3/4

My father has a small scar on his forehead and when my brothers and I were young, he told us that during the war he looked out of his trench and was shot in the head with an arrow, which we believed for years, even though he was too young for WW2 and indians!!

Rob

my mom's from norway (im in the us) and naturally i was so used to any accent she mightve had that i refused to believe she actually did have one when someone told me. only when i went off to boarding school and came home a few months later did i actually notice it for the first time, and stopped being pissed at my jerk friend who i thought was making stuff up.

philly, pa

My brother firmly believed that our dad was Superman and that he kept his suit in a case under the bed. He searched for it many times but could never find it, 'because it was magic'. In retrospect, what a relief that he didn't find anything, I wouldn't like to think my dad was hiding tights under the bed....!

Amanda

i used to believe that i was bought at the supermarket. my mum found me between the mayonaise and the frozen chickens. my family kept the receipt in case they wanted to return me.

chazza babes

When I was little my Grandad told me stories of when he was in the Army and had to guard Buckingham Palace in his Bear skin. I believed him when he told me that he always took Liz her first cup of tea of the day and her morning paper. He always does this for my Grandma so I did not need to doubt him.

Jo

My Uncle's old school friend was Ringo Starr, everytime I was at my grans and the telephone rang he used to say it was "Ringo wanting to know if he was going out for a pint", only when I was older did I discover they went to different schools!!

Anon

When i was about 5 my mum used to say if i was bad she would send me to the "Jaggy Jerseys" where a man would come and collect you and take you to his house and make you wear a jaggy jersey forever and only feed you bread and water, whenever i annoyed her she would say remember the jaggy jersey man

Julie

As the youngest of 4 I used to get quite worried when my said of my brothers and sister "they break up next week" ( meaning school hollidays of course ).

John

My mum used to tell me that if I carried on being naughty she would send me away on the ship kolioh (pronounced col-i-ho). I was led to believe that this was a run down ship that sailed without ever docking, its bottom was full of rats and frogs and little orfan boys rowing the boat to wherever. My mum's not around now to tell me where this came from... but it used to scare the life out of me

Anon

I used to believe that unless I slept with my 2 pillows right next to each other, and my 2 smallest teddy bears on top of the pillows, my parents would divorce. I slept that way every night till I was 13! My parents (and 8 smaller siblings) really owe me one! ;)

Martina

I was the youngest of several girls and my mum and
sisters always told me that they had found me in the middle of the road in a basket and that they felt sorry for me so they decided to keep me!!! How cruel were they...! I don't think I really believed it but they used to say it so often and for years, that I sometimes wondered whether it was true!!

Lexy

my mom told me that, as a baby, a black family had forgotten me after fishing on my grandmother's dock. But that I was so cute she deciede to bleach me and keep me rather than give me back. I never have been able to keep a tan - too much bleach, I guess.

Anon

I used to believe that if I didn't put my slippers together when I took them off, then my parents would divorce. I believed it for years then later came to senses. My parents are still together after 35 years :)

anon

My dad is about 6'2" and a pretty big guy in general. I used to believe that he was so big that he could touch the power lines and had a hard time getting through doors.

PTJ