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When my sister was about 2, she was colouring on a piece of paper.....when she she ripped it by accdent, she got up....totaly unfased, ans went to my dad.....she asked him to fix it for her.
it took my dad quite a while to explain to her that daddy couldnt fix everthing.
When I was little I used to think I had to marry my sister, and have kids with her (that's how you find your spouse). Boy was I wrong.
When I was about 5 years old my great-grandmother told me, "If you sing at the table you'll get a crazy husbend." I Believed it until about highschool. To this day, I tell my own children this.
Up until my mum taught me to write my name and her name, I thought she was called 'Darling' because that's what my my dad always called her.
I used to be terrified of my great grandmother and wouldn't let her go anywhere near me! I was totally convinced that rather than just having wrinkley flappy skin around her neck as many old women do, she actually had a hole in her neck!
I was brought to tears more than once when my older brother would tell me that he and my mom found me under a rock at the beach and felt sorry for me and took me home. Nice, huh?
When I was about 3 or 4 my aunt brought my newborn cousin over to visit us for the first time. I exclaimed "Oh! She's can open her eyes!!!" I thought babies were like kittens and it took them a while to open their eyes after they were born.
I use to get scared because I always thought someone was wearing a mask that looked liked my mom and that my mom had ran away so I would go up to her A LOT to grab her face to make sure it was really my mom! lol
My parents and I had gone to visit some family friends one evening, and being quite small, I fell soundly asleep during the visit. Of course, I awoke in my own bed the next morning, and was quite puzzled as to how I had gotten there. Upon asking my mother how I had arrived home she promptly quipped, "You flew." I was keenly disappointed to think I had flown home through the air in my sleep and hadn't been awake for it.
Usually your older sibs tell you that you're the adopted one, but I was such a sissy then my older brother got me with this one. When I was 8 years old, my bother and I passed an old building that was abandoned. He told me that he had bad memories of that place. He said that was where my parents had adopted him from. He told me HE was adopted and that someday he would leave to find his real family. I cried for weeks!
Dad's can be so cruel. My Dad always used to tuck me in at night and tell me that he had protected me by sprinkling Elephant powder around the house. I told him that there were no Elephants around here. "Which only proves that its works" he said.
As a kid and only child, my parents would travel and take me with them. But I wouldn't necessarily like the look of the food in the countries visited. So my parents told me my Oma (grandmother) had sent chicken soup. As there was always some chicken-base soup on the menu, I was served that and genuinely believed my Oma sent it to me by plane wherever I went.
When I was in kindergarten, my friend always talked about her cousin. One day I decided to ask her what a cousin was (at the time I didn't have any cousins, so I didn't know what it meant) and she said "it's like a baby brother or sister", so being only five or six, I thought it WAS a baby brother or sister. I thought it was a fancy/smart way of saying brother or sister. So throughout the rest of the school year, I referred to my younger brother as my cousin since I thought it would make me cool, until my mom told me that I don't have any cousins. I was pretty disappointed, and everyone thought I had a really cool cousin.
When my Mum left my older sisters in charge of me whilst she was out, she told me that she had given them authority to smack me if I was naughty.
I spent ages looking for this authority hoping I could get rid of it before they could use it on me!
I used to believe that since my grandma on my dad's side and my grandpa on my mom's side were boh widows that they would marry. They were from the same town, they were both our grandparents, why not, right? Funny thing is that my sisters had the same thoughts as well. Never happened, though. I think they took wedding vows a bit more seriously back then.
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 have only one cousin, who happens to be male. I thought, like dads, uncles, or brothers, cousins could only be male. I was probably 10 before I realized the truth!
I have an older brother, and when we were younger my dad would always say to us when we would misbehave, "Your older brother and sister used to do that....and you don't see them here anymore, do you?"
For years we believed that we had an older brother and sister that misbehaved, and my parents got rid of them. Needless to say, we were little angels!!
When I was bad, my mother used to threaten to sell me to the Gypsies. I didn't know really what Gypsies were, but somehow I mixed them up with Jewish people. I lived in an area that had a LOT of Jewish people and whenever Saturday came around and they were walking to temple, I used to hide so they wouldn't come and get me.
A few of my parents' cousins brought war brides back from Korea and Vietnam before I was born. When I was little, I used to tell people I was part Chinese because I had oriental aunts...so I MUST be part Chinese. I didn't even figure out they weren't Chinese until I was about 10.
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