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On halloween when i was 5 or so my dad and grandpa went to scare a my neighbor's daughter and her friends at her Halloween party..well that night after they scared her my dad came home with his costume on as warewolf...so nautrally..i thought every halloween my dad turned into a warewolf.
When I was 5 1/2, we adopted my sister through a private law agency. It had been arranged that we would meet the lawyer to get her - at a local bank. For awhile, I believed, and told people, that babies came from banks. When my other sister came along, I figured it out when I could see that there was no way she fit into the drive-through container.
I learned about building card houses, and I wanted to impress my dad, so I asked if he knew about them. He said, "I *invented* card houses!" and then built one. I took him literally and thought about it all the time. I wondered why he wasn't rich or famous and why we hadn't studied him in school.
I used to think that everyone with the same last name were all related. Like "Smith" or "Johnson" all had thousands of people in their family.
I used to think grown ups couldn't lie...especially not to kids.
When I was like 5 or 6, I could not understand why my little brother (who is four years younger) could have his birthday before I did - his birthday is in May, mine is in June. So I was convinced that he was actually older than me and my parents had just hidden him so I could be an only child for at least some time in my life.
Thanks to my brother, I believed thimbles had a small needle inside of it that would poke you if you put your thumb in it. I still dont feel comfortable using them.
We moved abroad when I was five, and the budgie went to the vet to be looked after whilst we were gone. It was only about ten years later that I realised Diggle hadn't actually lived out his final few months/years in luxury at the vet's house.
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 :)
When I was little and doing something to make my mother angry, she'd tell me that if I didn't stop "her Giraffe and her iron would descend upon me." Only years later did I realize that what she was really saying "Her wrath and her ire" - Since I didn't know those words I had translated them to the closest words I did know - To this day I picture the giraffe and the iron floating down towards me when I think of her getting angry!
When I was four, My father would tell me that John Wayne was his father every time there was a John Wayne film on television. Consequently I believed that John Wayne was my grandfather until I was 8
As a child I used to sneak into my Grandparents bedroom and have a look at my Nan's jewellery..... now I thought that they were robbers and stole all the stuff from the jewellery store, so i confronted them about it, to which they just laughed :(
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.
I use to beleve that something was wrong with my parents since they shared a bed. After all, Rob and Laura Petry had seperate beds and even Lucy and Ricky had two single beds pushed together. I didn't think my parents were normal.
My parents always managed to convince me that we had the best Christmas tree in the world.....not just the country mind you, but the whole entire world.
I used to believe that when I went to sleep, my mother would hold wild parties that she didn’t want me to see and one night, I caught her vacuuming the house in my Mickey Mouse hat and I pointed at her and said "HA! I caught you. You made them go away as soon as I woke up!"
My brother once made me believe that he was an Indian child that my parents found in the woods several years ago. His "real" name was Little Buffalo and he kept saying how his own people would someday come for him..... too bad, they never did.
Being one of the younger of nine siblings, the older one's were always tricking us. One favorite one was to say, "it's time to go to the blanket show". I'd say, "yippee.., we're off to a show". Of course there was all, "you've got to be good and go to bed, and then you'll get to go."
It wasn't until my early teens that the penny dropped, that the "blanket show" was them showing me the blankets.
I used to believe that after my mom had put me to bed at night she and the rest of my family would just up and leave never to be seen again. I could always hear them talking but I thought they had made a tape recording of their voices to trick me.
When I was little my father was obviously taller than me. Therefore, when he wanted to talk to me face to face he would squat down. I thought this was a game, though, and I would squat too. It took years for me to realize my dad was just trying to talk to me with no intentions of a game.
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