birthdays
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I was born on the fourth of July, so every year when towns would shoot of fireworks for independence day I would think that everyone was shooting fireworks off to celebrate my birthday.
My friend thought it was SO WIERD that he was born on his birthday when I told him he was.
I used to believe, bizarrely, that everyone had a different birthday. Eg. because I had 'bagsyed' Sept 11th, no-one else had it.
This was very stupid of me because I knew how many days there were in a year, and that there were millions more people than that in the world.
Still, I believed it.
when I was much younger (I'm 21 now) I went through a short phase when I thought everybody had a birthday every month rather than once a year. I have no clue where I got the idea.
When I was turning 3 my Birthday party was actually the day before my real birthday but i thought that you turned older when you had your birthday party so all through the day i asked my dad "am i 3 yet?"
i thought that everyone's birthday was the day after their acutal birthday ever since i went to a birthday party in preschool. My friend had his party a day before his birthday (which i wasn't aware of) and everyone told me that he was turning 5 tomorrow. For about the next 5 years i thought this same exact way...lol...
Someone I know thought that your favorite number has to be the same as your age, so on your birthday your favorite number is different.
when I was younger(5-8) I used to think that my birthday was a holiday, while in fact the days off from school we had was MLK Jr. Day, by birthday almost always fell on it. MLK Jr. Day will fall on my birthday in 2005 also.
My name is Brittany, when I was little i could sorta tell when my name looked like written, however being 4, I didnt know exactly how to spell it. When my biorthday rolled around I thought the cake said Happy Brittany Brittany.
My friend hattie used to believe that noone sould have thier brithday on her brithday. i told her some people were born on same day but not the same year.
Once, my Dad told me that you werent a year older untill you ate your birthday cake when I refused to eat it one year!
I used to tell my little brother that, because his star sign was Cancer, that when he turned a certain age (his next birthday usually) that he would get Cancer and die...not the funniest of jokes now I come to think about it...I also used to tell him he'd turn into a girl as we are all born boys, but turn female at some random birthday when "it" falls off!
I used to think that people with the same birthday were the same age
I used to be convinced that, because my brother and I both have our birthday in August, all siblings were born in the same month.
My mother wanted me to skip junior kindergarden so she lied about my birthday. My "school" birthday was in December and my real "secret" birthday was in February. I thought this was the coolest thing cuz I had to keep this big secret which made me kinda like a spy.
When I was six or eight I had just finished shopping with my mom and older brother. We were walking in the parking lot to our car, disscussing our astro signs. I, with my vast knowledge of astrology, knowing my sign, I proudly declared, "I'm a virgin!" ... It took me a year or so to find out why they were laughing so hard.
Incidentally, the first time I was ever truly aware of the concept of a birth date was the year I was turning five. My birthday's on december 5th, so I assumed that next year it would be on december 6th to correspond to my age. I couldn't figure out what happened after age 31...
(This one is really odd, you have to know, this was after watching the movie the 13th year 5 times) I thought that I would turn into a mermaid on my 13th birthday and seeing as I am 14, my inner child is still depressed about it.
I remember when I was five, I stood anxiously at the bottom of the stairs on my sister's third birthday waiting for her to wake up and come downstairs. Since I usually couldn't have cared less about my sister, my mom asked me why I was so anxious to see her. I replied, "I want to see how much older she looks now that she's three!"
Back in second grade, I remember the teacher asked us how old we were and most of the girls answered 6 years old or 7 years old. I sat back to think about what I would say. “Well,” I thought, “last year Mom said I should answer ‘aimaz’ if they ask my name and say ‘I am 5 years old’ if they ask for my age. Yes, I am still aimaz,” I glanced down at my small self, “I think I am still five.” I looked up and the teacher’s smile melted my six-and-a-half year old heart.
“Five years old,” I said with a voice that squeaked out from somewhere near my knees.
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