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I used to believe that Sheri Lewis from the show Lambchop was my Auntie Rose. the look so much a like!
When I was younger, my Pap used to tell me he was the President of the United States. I believed him, because his middle name was Lincoln, and also, he was my Pap, why couldn't he be? lol
When I was very little, I told my dad that when I was older, I would have a daughter called Rosemary, and her middle name would be Vulture.
I had my heart set on that name.
As children, when my sisters and I fought, someone would always end the argument by exclaiming that they were going to tell mommy on the others. This always ended with the others begging desperately for the first to not tell. I was cnvinced that 'telling' on a person was somehow a magic way to get what you wanted. One day, I got very mad at my mom for not giving me my way, so I triumphantly declared, "Mommy, I'm telling YOUR mommy on you!" Not only did I not get my way, I couldn't figure out why my mom wouldn't stop laughing.
My grandfather used to sit me down and say, "watch this." Then he would pull and tug on his front teeth and let out a big grunt as he removed his upper dentures from his mouth. Then he would shake his head and say, "phew!" as if it had taken a lot of effort. Then he would carefully replace them and press them hard and grunt again. Then he would wipe his brow, sit down exhausted, then look at me and say, "O.K. , now you try! I think he must have gotten a lot of enjoyment in watching me try to pull out my upper teeth in one big bunch!
I used to believe that all dads were older than all moms. I thought htat was the way it had to be, so I was shocked to find out that my mom was older than my dad. I was in denial for so long after that.... They couldn't convince me that I was wrong, and a person's mom could be older than that person's dad.
A few years ago my younger sister tried to tell me that I was adopted. I pointed out that since she doesn't have a baby album and I do (with two little kids you don't have much time to put together the younger one's album), if either of us were adopted she was the one. She persisted though, so I got fed up with it after a while and told Mom that my sister was yanking my chain. Mom thought we were talking about the treefrog that Dad had just accidentally smashed in the front door (getting its innards everywhere), so she said, "It's true!" I started to cry until she said, "He had to clean the guts off the porch!"
That was when I was about eighteen. I'm twenty-one now. Pretty sad, eh?
First I believed that my parents were brother and sister. Then I thought that my dad was also my mums dad.
It was rather cruel of my mother to lead me to believe that stepping on/in someone else's shadow would cause that person pain. Even today, I avoid doing this.
For the longest time, I thought my uncle Gus and my uncle Angus were two separate people. Well, sure, they looked alike, but they were brothers after all...
Someone once told me that everyone was related to everyone else, so I used to think that if enough royalty died, my father would be made king and I'd be a princess. Only I didn't want that to happen, because I knew that, whatever my relations to royalty, they were very, *very* distant.
when i was little and my mother was getting angry with me, she would tell me that she would take me down to the woods and give me to the used kid man. he was a man that took bad kids and ate them. it scared so bad i used to cry.
when my brotherand I were little we got into a fight as to who my mom loved more. I told him Mom loved me more because I had been around longer and he ran away and wouldn't stop crying- how cruel was that :)
I used to think that when my mum tucked me into bed upstairs, my sister and parents used to turn into aliens, and plot a plan against me.
I used to believe my dad was a terorist
because he had a long black beard and
brown eyes !
of course, he isn't !!!
For a short time when I was younger, I don't know exactly how old but probably about six, I was absolutely convinced I had an uncle Frank. Now in actual fact I haven't, so when I went up to my mum and insisted that he existed, she was somewhat bemused...I think it was because I'd read a book which I liked very much, with a character in it who had an Uncle Frank. I obviously identified with this character and got wrapped up in the story so much I got it confused with reality!
up to the age of 4 years i believed that you had be king and queen to get a child. i was very confused when my dad told me that my mom and he had never been king and queen. i needed a lot of time to get over this crushed belief of mine.
This happened to my ex husband. After my grandmother, whom we called Nana, died, my ex husband told me that he believed her name was Nana, and was shocked to hear that it was Elsie Mae.
When I was younger my dad would go to work and my sister would go to school. I was convinced that they were hiding from me because they didn't want to play with me. I spent hours looking for them everywhere. I loved to check the clothes closet, probably because it was MY favorite hiding place.
When i was 10 years old i used to belive that my older brother and sister were twins. Because they were in the same grade but only to find out later my sister was left back in the 8th grade!
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