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When I was a small child and misbehaved, my older sister who was 19 years older than me, would tell my mother to use "psychology" on me. I believed she was talking about a man named Sy Kology and if I was bad I would be given to him and it did make me behave.
When me and my sister were reeeeaally young my dad had this black mustang and everyone in my family would call it the "Batmobile" Because we thought it resembled it. And my dad also had a job where he would have to leave at random times unlike our step mom who had a schedual job. So for the longest time me and my sister decided that my dad was secretly Batman and when he left for work he was really going out to beat up bad guys. I feel like a moron but everytime we watch that movie we crack up.
I used to think that my Grandma & Grandpa were just friends of my parents who were named that. I didn't know for years that they were my mom's parents.
For the first four years of my life, my mom had long dark brown hair. One day, she came home with very short 80's style frosted hair and I started to cry because I thought my real mom had been replaced by this strange woman. Although other aspects of her seemed similar to my real mom, I thought perhaps this new mom could be a robot of some type. I still sometimes think that people seem like they've been "replaced" after getting a different hair cut.
When I was little my older sister told me I was adopted and the chiquita banana lady was my mom, aunt jamima was my aunt and uncle ben was my uncle
I only knew my parents' names when i was at the age of 7. The whole time I just thought their names were mum and dad, until i realized that everybody elses parents had the same name.
When I was about 3 or so, I had a general understanding of what the word "law" meant, but I had never heard the term "in-laws." One day I overheard my mom on the phone with her friend explaining that I was going to spend the afternoon with her in-laws. I thought that she was going to take me to a police station or courthouse instead of driving me over to my grandparents like we had planned. She had me pretty scared for a little while!
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.
I thought grown ups were born grown ups.
I've always felt a weird connection with my grandfather, who died before I was even born.
So, whenever I played on the swings I thought that he was trying to pull me to heaven.
My mom always referred to herself as being a tom-boy when she was younger. This had me pretty scared because now she was a girl. I thought that one day would also become a mom and have to have babies.
When I was a little girl my grandad used to say 'I was a little girl when I was your age.' I believed him for years and was quite disappointed when my Mum told me it was not true. I wanted to grow a beard!
I used to think my parents had a secret mind reading machine under their waterbed that they used to listen to my thoughts. SO I was always reeeeaaallly careful, hehe.
When I was little and I asked my mom what year she was born in, she would consistently and earnestly answer 1961. My dad was born in 1950, and was forthcoming about it. For some reason, I mentally created two categories of grown-ups: "Young" (born 1950 or later) and "Old" (born anytime before 1950), and I was thrilled that both my parents were "young." Imagine my horror when my mom started telling me the real year she was born: 1948. I was probably 8 or 9 by then, and I refused to believe her for at least two more years until I was doing a family tree for school and I demanded she tell me the truth so I could get a good grade. Oddly enough, she's a high school teacher and most of her students refuse to believe she's in her 50s, so maybe it's not just me!
My parents had some friends who were childless, and once they told me that I was going to spend the night with them, I became terrified that they would like me too much and never give me back. My parents and the friends laughed, but I didn't believe them.
Until I was about 7 or 8, I was almost completely convinced I was adopted. When I told my mom this she showed me a picture of her holding me, as a newborn in a hospital bed. I also, at the time, thought that when you adopted a baby, you got it from the nursery center in the hospital where they bring the babies after they're born, so I thought my mom adopted me, then went into a hospital room and took a picture so she could fool me later when I got old enough to figure out the truth.
I believed my younger sister was adopted, as she had made up an elaborate story about her "real" family. This family was the "Pigmy Ant" family. My sister's real name was Kary Pigmy Ant, her father-Harry Pigmy Ant, Her mother-Mary Pigmy Ant, and so on with brothers and sisters. When I asked how she knew she was adopted, she often pointed out her large ears and nose. I had to agree with her about that, so we weren't sisters for a couple of years, just family friends.
When my dad was upset he'd pace back and forth in the living room.
I thought he was only angry when his face turned red, and since I was very young and small and couldn't see his face from behind, I assumed that this was some sort of "hopscotch" sort of activity and I'd pace right behind him. I loved spending time with my dad. This was a great time to play with him. Lucky that my mom was around to tell me not to curse like him though. The leader cursed, not the follower.
When I was little I questioned whether or not I was kidnapped. This was because my mom had short hair, but in home videos of me as a baby, my mom had long hair.
I used to believe that fairy godparents were real like in the TV show fairly odd parents. I would try to act as miserable as i could so I could get fairy god parents, but it didn't work. All I got was a sore throat, and grounded for 5 days.
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