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My mother used to tell me that I was adopted from a band of gypsies. Where she came up with this or why I believed this for the first 12 years of my life I'll never know. But I can remember telling all my friends at school and loving it.
When I was a child, my parents and neighbors said to me, "You were picked up from under the bridge". Because my face doesn't look like my parents. But my sisters and my brothers look like my parents. So I was sad and I cried.
I knew when I grew up that. The bridge means my mother's legs. They were just joking with me.
My older sister, whom I love dearly, once told me that I wasn't my parents' child. She said that they had found me under a rock in a back alley.
A year later, when I found out that my mother had to have me cecerian, she told me that my mom secretly referred to me as the "stupid baby". I believed her for years. When I finally told my mom about it a few moths ago, she called my sister and yelled at her. :)
i remember asking my dad 'dad when you a child had joined up writing been invented'. Bless me.
Once when i was little my sister came home and started yelling angrily that some kid liked her. Tihs gave me the idea that it was bad to be liked so when i got a present i liked i wopuld enthusiasticlasyy say i dont like it and when saying goodnight to my mom i would say I hate you a an affectionate voice. this caused a lot of confusion.
I used to believe that Mr. T was my father and Nancy Reagan was my mother. My mom would tell me this when I was bad!!
when i was little, my dad convinced my brother and i that he was tickelish on the middle of his forehead. everytime we would touch his forehead he would bust out laughing. i believed it untill i was 10.
I was very certain that my parents had had children before my siblings and me and that they grew up and went away. I would ask my parents all the time where they were until I was around 5 or 6. They never understood who I was talking about, but it made sense to me at the time.
that my parents used to live in a cave like the flintstones
Being the fifth child and only girl in the family my brothers would tell me that my parents had ordered me from the Sears catalog and that they had overheard Mom and Dad talking about having me returned to Sears/ They always assured me that if I would help with their chores they would beg Mom and Dad not to return me!
I always believed everything an adult told me, and always did as I was told. My Mom forgot this once after telling me to sit still--I sat there for 4 hours according to her...I still remember how bad I had to use the bathroom when she finally found me!
When I was about 4 or 5 my mom must have told my dad to stop acting like a 10 year old. I misunderstood and actually thought he was 10 and thought wow my dad is really young!
I used to think that if my mom had a new baby, we would have to send my little brother back to make room!
When I was little I usd to believe all grandmas lived in America, and when my mum was little she used to believe that all mums were fat :D
when i was young there was this poem at school they taught us for mothers day and it said that GOD couldnt be everywhere at the same time so he created mothers ,,,,,
since then i used to think that my mom wasnt my mom but god and everytime i looked at her i used to think wich part of god is she( his arm,leg...!)
i used to believe that parents do things to make there children happier. well i was wrong.
When I was a kid I used think my father ever was right and other people was stupid.
When I was a child, I used to think that my parents have the answers of everything.
My mother told my sister and I that we were from our fathers previous marriage, since she obviously wasn't old enough to be our mother. Since both of us had blonde hair and green eyes like our Dad, I had no reason to doubt this was the truth. For a couple of years I wondered if Dad would replace her too when she got too old. I was quite confused when I saw pictures of her pregnant.
My sister, the youngest in the family, believed she was adopted until she was about 16. Because she was the only fair-haired, fair-skinned, blue-eyed person in a family of all dark, my brother and I had easily convinced her that she had different parents than we had.
When I found out she had believed it until 16, I asked her what finally tipped her off? She realized that no one with two small children, the youngest only 1 1/2, would adopt another one, then make up elaborate stories about the pregnancy, delivery, etc.
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