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I'm an identical twin - I was born six minutes before my brother... which made me the older brother. I use to make him hold my hand when we crossed the street - because I was the older brother - and he listend!
I was walking with my mom one day when she wasn't wearing any deoderant. I asked, "Why do you smell mommy?" And at the time we were walking passed gardeners with leaf blowers, and she told me that smell was the leaf blower exhust. So for the longest time I thought my mom was a gardener!
When my mother disciplined me - I believed my "real" mother was locked in the cellar and the person disciplining me was a monster.
When I was a little kid I believed my uncle must have been half Chinese. I think this was because he has a sort of asian coloured complexion. It never occured to me that he was my uncle because he's my Dad's brother, and therefore they have the same parents (neither of whom was Chinese).
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When I was very young, my grandfather would sit me on his knee and he would let
me eat the wooden matches he'd burnt to smoke from his pipe. He had me totally
convinced that the burnt sulphur was good for you to the point that, I still freak
people out to this day by eating burnt wooden matches.
I used to believe my parents were aliens with human disguises. So for the longest time I would try to spy on them to see their alien form. :)
once while on a train ride in Duluth, Minnesota, my dad pointed out these little trails that were cut through the woods. He then told me the towns people put those there so the mooses could follow them so that their antlers wouldn't get stuck in the tree branches!
When I was a little kid, probably 3 or 4, I would never go to my older sister, Julie, when she wanted me to (she's 9 yrs. older than me). Subsequently SHE came up with the brilliant idea of hiding in our closet and calling me into our room. When I innocently entered the bedroom, she'd throw the A&W bear (of whom I had an irrational fear) at me. Then when I started screaming & crying, & jumping up & down, she'd run over, grab me & say, "Come to DooDoo!!! I'll protect you!!!" To this day, I still can't go to sleep if the closet doors or bureau drawers aren't shut all the way.
Oh, the power an older sibling has to warp a poor child's mind...
Up until this very moment, my brother has told me that I was adopted from the jungles of Africa. He would tell me that my Dad saw me floating on a leaf, and that one day, I would have to go back to my real parents. As a kid, I used to freak out everytime he brought it up. Even today, he still teases me.
my Dad has always worn aboriginal hats as he used to live in South Africa. Ever since i could remember my Daddy has worn them so whenever it blew off in the wind or he dropped it, a part of him would disappear so i would chase it until I got it back.
I always thought it was a big part of him and me alone as i would always find Daddy by the hat he wore...and I still do.
When I was about 4 years old my mother would tell me that my father was actually Peter Pan in disguise. One day, when my dad was leaving for work, she told me he was going to Never Neverland. I completely freaked out thinking that he was going without me and that he would never come back. I figured, why would he...it's too fun there!
When i was younger my family and i would often go to the movies. I was always facinated about the curtain walls and my parents told me that behind the curtains was a magical land. When you watched the movie the curtains lifted and you were in that land. Each cinemar had a different land behind the curtains. Even now if im sitting in the cinemar near the curtains i always have to look behind them to reasure myself its just a wall!
When my sisters and i were young we uses to watch "daniel Boon" on television,and at the very beginning of the show Daniel boon threw a hatchet at a tree and split it right down the middle,-- well our Dad told us he taught dainel boon how to do that- for years we believed that, we had no reason not to,we thought our dad was our hero-- well now we know how much he used to drink and came up with those stories-- ah, i still think he's my hero......
i used to think my grandmother's actual name was Gramma!
My big sister once told me that I was purchased by my parents at a K-Mart store on a blue light special. I believed that for a couple years until I brought it up to my mom one day. She set me straight after laughing hysterically.
My Grandfather was the "biggest" kid I knew. He used to tell us stories that as kids we would believe every word he said. For example, one story he told us was that years ago he "won" the lottery and that he felt sorry for them and they would not have any more money, so he gave it all back. I think I believed that story until I was about 10 years old!!!
After watching an episode of Jackanory, I was convinced one of my elder brothers was an alien. I used to watch him all the time for any tell-tale signs.....I'm still not sure after 30 years !
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I used to think that when I was in the bathroom my parents would take off their skin and just sit around as skelletons. This only slightly disturbed me, but never affected how long I stayed in there. I also never considered how they knew when I was about to come out and to put their skin back on. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who had similar thoughts
I used to believe that everyone's father was a scary, mean man like mine, so I was extra careful to keep my distance from everyone else's father, too.
My sister, the youngest in the family, believed she was adopted until she was about 16. Because she was the only fair-haired, fair-skinned, blue-eyed person in a family of all dark, my brother and I had easily convinced her that she had different parents than we had.
When I found out she had believed it until 16, I asked her what finally tipped her off? She realized that no one with two small children, the youngest only 1 1/2, would adopt another one, then make up elaborate stories about the pregnancy, delivery, etc.
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