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I used to believe that women got pregnant randomly, and at different ages because they had to wait for the "right time".
When I was little my dad told me that smoke stacks were cloud makers and that's how clouds were made. I'll be telling my kids too if they every ask hahahahaha
When I was about seven, I put some of my mother's clothes on as a joke, but when Dad called me by her name, I freaked out because I thought that he really did think I was her!
our grandfathers bald head was because our granmother pulled it out when she got mad at him
I believed my grandmother would protect me from anything. On her 90th birthday we talked about an incident when I was 8 and was screwing with matches and gasoline and almost burned down the back fence. "You could have caught the house on fire and grandpa had to put it out. I had to tell your mother finally you were basically a good kid, but sometimes did stupid things and not to be mad at you." "Grandma, how long ago did you tell her?" "Last year." I was 40...
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! ;)
When I was very small I thought my parents were aliens, and when I went to school they would come out of their human skin.
I used to believe that Mr. Rogers was my grandpa. I blame mom.
I remember that at the time my little brother was born, I thought that you could rent babies from the hospital, and if you didn't like it, you would give it back. I kept asking my mom when we would give my brother back. A couple years later, I found out that babies were not born fully clothed.
WHEN I WAS LITTLE BEING THE YOUNGEST OF THREE MY SISTERS TOLD ME I WAS BOUGHT AT KMART ON BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL AND WHEN I WAS EIGHTEEN I WOULD HAVE TO RETURN TO CHINA
My little sister and I were misbehaving so my mum started peeling off her sunburnt skin and told that us that if we didn't behave she'd take her batteries out.
By golly we pleaded with her not to take her batteries out and we certainly behaved that night.
I used to think that when I went to bed, everyone in the house would wait for me to fall asleep, & have a party. For many years, I'd close my eyes to pretend to sleep hoping to catch them in the act, but I'd always fall asleep. In my pretend-sleep, I'd hear loud noises (from my parents watching TV) & feel really sad. Sometimes, I'd actually bolt out of my room intent on making a bust only to find the party hadn't started yet.
When my lil brother was misbehaving and my mom told him to act like a human being. Then my brother started crying because he thought he was turning into a greenbean!
When I was five I noticed all the childhood photographs of my father and his sisters on display at my grandparents' house, and I thought that they were their other grandchildren, but that they weren't as loved as we were, because their pictures were old and black and white, and they were wearing odd clothes, and we had never met them.
When I was about 3, I began to wonder why my mom would want to spend all that time taking care of me, and thought maybe she was just putting on an act, that she was really a witch and she would eventually come clean and make me her slave. I used to sneak into her room when she was sleeping, expecting to see a black witch hat on her head.
My Mum would always threaten to shoot me if I was naughty. I actually believed that she had a gun and oneday I would make her mad enough to use it.
My mom's brother was adopted, but I'd never actually seen an adoption center. I used to believe that adoption centers were kind of like assembly lines, there would be only babies (that basically looked all alike) and the adopting parents would pick one as they were going by and into another room where other families would look at them. I believed it for a long time until I saw a movie about some kids getting adopted.
Sometimes when my parents were late picking me up from my grandma's after school, I assumed that they decided they didn't want me after all and wouldn't be coming to get me. I'd walk around my grandma's house, thinking "yeah, I guess it would be okay to live here from now on".
When I was about five or six, my sister used to get mad because she had to watch me all the time. To get even, she loved telling me that I had been born to a monkey family and that my parents had adopted me from them. She told me if I told anyone, than my parents would send me back to my monkey family. I believed this till I was about seven or eight, when I finally broke down and ran crying hysterically to my mom, begging her not to send me away....
My sister used to believe that my mother couldn't read.
She was obsessed with the story of "Cinderella" and wanted it read over and over again (literally. Finish and restart.)
Apparently, my mother got tired of it and told her she couldn't read. I don't know why she fell for it, as my mother had read it before. But I guess she believed it, as she couldn't either at the time.
She said that she thought my mother couldn't read until well into elementary school. What's even more funny is that she also told people at school her mother couldn't read. My mother was NOT pleased to hear this (and denies that she ever said it - but I believe it.)
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