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when i was youger and my grandmother would talk about when my aunts and uncles were children i would imagine them as tiny burgers,with my aunts wearing pink bows i have no idea why
When I was a child, I used to believe that my father could fix everything. I was confused and it broke my heart the first time he couldn't fix my toy.
When I was about 3, I thought my 1 year old brother was a girl because A: I couldn't see his penis, and B: I thought every family had to have at least 1 boy and 1 girl for children.
I was very young (about 6-8, something like that) and I thought the word when you got married was "nude-y-wed" (not newlywed). I knew how babies were really made, and I knew you had to be naked, so the word sure sounded like Nude-y to me!)
As a kid, I was constipated a lot so pooping, I had to really push and it hurt, like when women gave birth on TV so I thought that you pooped babies and I found out it wasn't true when I asked my grandma how come pregnant ladies don't accidentally lose there babies when they poop.
When I was five, I was convinced when couples got married, there were three sets of parents: one for each couple and a third set of older people the couple adopted as their shared parents. I was somehow convinced that because of this, Wilford Brimley was my third grandpa, even though nobody in my family ever met him.
My grandfather used to tell me stories of when "he was a little girl". I was quite mystified as to how one changed sex in childhood. I wondered if I would turn into a boy, eventually. It seems this was a popular family joke, as my great-grandfather had told the same story to my dad!
In a misguided attempt to explain genetic traits within families, my dad told us that if you couldn't "roll" your tongue (curve the two sides up together) that you were adopted. This theory caused a few problems for me at school that next Monday morning.
I used to believe that people with the same first name were related.
When my sisters and I were young and we were misbehaving...I used to believe that my mom was calling an orphanage to come and pick us up because we were being bad. I later found out that she was just calling "Time".
When my kids were younger I used to tell them that there was a "big book for moms" and whenever I e.g. wanted a hug or something i said"you have to give me a hug - it says so in the big book for moms - that all kids have to give their moms hugs whenever they ask for it." My kids believed in the existance of this book for many years!!! And I got lots of hugs from them, too! :-)
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!
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.
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....!
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
I used to tell me little sister that she we adopted her from circuis people, we are 5 years apart, but look exaclty alike. She believed it up until my Mom finally had to take her to a circuis and show her that she didn't look like anyone there.
Once when I was maybe five or four, my sister and I were watching telly and this odd comercial came on about safety and this girl swung all the way over the top of the swingset and got turned inside out. My sister told me that was what happened, and I wasn't able to go on the swings until I was 12! i also remember asking my mum where boys weed out of and remember her distinctly telling me that boys didn't wee, it was a figment of my imagination. It was quite the oddest conversation I ever had with my mum.
At the age of around five, I realized that my mum's and dad's names were not mum and dad!
I'm sure so many people have thought like this when they were little but I'm sharing anyway. When I was little and my parents would go out, my siblings and I would of course have a babysitter. We would always go to bed before they got home, and I always thought it was because we went to sleep that they came home. I was always relieved to see them when I woke up the next morning. Babysitters are evil. :p
I thought that Dad's were always older then Mom's, come to find out my mom is a few months older than my dad.
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