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One day my parents would peel their faces off to reveal they were aliens.
When i was little i used to believe that if you wanted a grandmother , grandfather , uncle or aunt. you had to ask them if they wanted to be that for you
When I was little my mom didn't allow me to participate in Halloween activities (she was very religious at the time). So every Halloween when people would come dressed up to the door I thought that they were really actual vampires, monsters, etc. and it would scare the living hell out of me. Every time I heard a knock or the doorbell ring I would run and hide in my closet so that they couldn't get me.
...Thanks, Mom.
When I was little my mom used to tell me she had a second daughter in the closet and that when I went to school she would play with her and I got jealous that she didn't have to go to school.
When my brother and I made faces at each other, my mother would tell us that our faces would stay that way. But, that never stopped us from making faces at each other.
once, my mom and my older cousin went fishing on the mountain without me. i was jealous, and i suspected them to have an affair, in spite of their age difference and family relations. silly me!
When my parents would have an argument, and one would threaten the other about going to jail, I used to think that meant that one of them would be shoved down into the toothpaste bottle by the other.
I used to believe that my cousins were my aunts and uncles. For the longest time, I called them Aunt and Uncle, and thought that I must have a lot of aunts and uncles. When I turned 12 or 13, however, I found out that they were my cousins, just that they were 15 or so years older than me. They were the children of my oldest real aunt and had children of their own already.
i used to think that if you were grounded that would mean your head would get burried in the ground until ya mum or dad or watever would let you out
I was born 15 years after my closest sibling and the rest were married. Until I was about 6 or so, I used to think that brothers and sisters were attached together like those paper dolls we used to make.
In my earliest memories, I assumed that I would always remain little and have my mother and father (who had always been big, I assumed) taking care of me. I assumed that my sister (who is six years older than I) always had been and always would be intermediate in size between me and my parents.
I used to believe that my uncle's younger brother was not one of my relatives. I was amazed when I learned that he is also my uncle.
when I was young, my parents would tell me and my elder brother that they bought us from a pair of gipsies that had too many children, unlike my younger brother who was royalty. having them say so all they time, I found myself believing it and had all those nightmares about my parents giving us back to the gipsies...!
When I was younger I used to visit my aunt's house very frequently. When I was about six or seven my oldest cousin then sixteen was dating this guy, I used to see them all the time. One day I ask my cousin why did her boyfriend change? she didn't understand me so I said the other day he was black. Because he was tanner I thought that he could switch races.
When I was little, adults used to tell kids that if you pulled a funny face and the wind changed direction, you'd be stuck like that forever. I believed that for years!
I used to think that all of my aunts were my mom's sisters, and all of my uncles were my dad's brothers.
when i was little, i used to believe that if i, somehow, got away from my mother, nobody would ever care to find me again, and that strangers wouldn`t care either, even if they had seen a kid alone in the city.
I am the second child in my family, coming after my sister Liz. When I was 3 or 4 years old, I used to think that every family has a Mom, a Dad, a Liz, and another guy, which in my family happened to be me.
When I was little my older sister had me convinced that Mum and Dad had picked me up at the op-shop because they felt sorry for me. Every time we went past the op-shop she told me I was going home
Until I was was in my twenties, I actually believed my father was deaf, in 'that' ear. :-)
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