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When I was four or five I asked my mom if I could have an older sister. She tried to explain that while I might get a younger brother or sister, I couldn't have an older one.
I sighed in exasperation and said "I guess I'll just have to get a maid."
It turned out I thought that if I had an older sister, she'd have to pick up all the toys!
When I would get hurt, or get a splinter in my finger my mom would tell me that my dad used to be a doctor so he knew how to help me without hurting me. I seriously thought my dad used to be a doctor, and I would only let them help me after they told me that.
This isn't one from my but from my daughter who's now 12.
6years ago i gave birth to a son. he was premature and had to be kept in an incubator for a few weeks. one day my husband brought in my six year old daughter to see him. she then went home and told everyone at school " my Mummy's put my brother Ben in a greenhouse to help him grow."
bless.
My mother told me when I was little that they had forgotten to pay the bill at the hospital and if I made too much noise the hospital bill collectors would come and reposess me.
I have LOTS of cousins: 12 on my mum's side and 16 on my dad's, so I thought that cousins were a sort of electorial thing, a bit like adoption. I thought if you said it enough, someone would become your cousin, so for about 2 years my friend and I told everyone we were cousins to try and make it so. We had documents and everything.
My parents had some friends who were childless, and once they told me that I was going to spend the night with them, I became terrified that they would like me too much and never give me back. My parents and the friends laughed, but I didn't believe them.
When I was little my Mom and Dad told me I’d been found in a skip behind the hospital - I believed it for years until I blurted it out and school one day and my parents had to come down and explain!!! How mean is that??
When I was little I believed that younger brothers and sisters came from the pet store. I would always ask my parents to go buy me one.
whe i was 5 my mother said if i did't behave she would ship me over to a new familly, for about 3yrs or so i really thought you could send kids by UPS i was afraid of the man w/ the brown outfit??
I was awake one night when I heard my parents lecturing my older sister and were telling her that they were going to ground her. I took this as meaning they were going to kill her (I guess maybe putting her underground?) and began sobbing.
I used to be afraid that if I did something bad and blamed it on someone else, my mother would read my thoughts and punish me. Whenever I would blame my older brother for something (eating the last of the cookies, etc.), I would be frightened for weeks that mom would read my thoughts and come punish me.
I used to believe that my mother (who is 56) had grown up with Laura Ingalls Wilder. I was a big fan of the books and was excited to tell all my friends that my mom knew Laura, Pa, Mary, and Almanzo. They all thought this was very cool.
When I was 6 years old, my parents (jokingly) told that I had once had an older brother, Charlie. When he brought home a B on his report card they shot him and buried him in the backyard. I made no grade less than an A until my second year of college.
When I was a kid I once told my my I was very upset that she was white and not black when I was a baby. I thought black kids got chocolate milk from their moms and white kids got white milk. And I wish I had had chocolate milk as a baby.
I used to believe that my mother was really terrible at scraping out the bowl when making a cake. I believed this until I was 27 when I was baking a cake with her and showed her how well I cleaned out the bowl and she revealed her evil secret...she always left a little for me!
When I was around 4/5 Years old, I used to beileve that I had another mother. My mom ALWAYS used to talk about her Mom. And what they used to do. So I thought I had another mother, and a dog, and a sister. I used to make up stories about me and my "other mother", and how my "dog" could turn off and on lights.
I was a very ODD child..
I used to believe that my mom ws Superman or Superwoman cause she would never get sick and always fixd my bike when it was broken
When I was a small Child (about 3 or 4) my dad was in the navy. All I knew about the navy was that sailors would go out on ships in the ocean. To me the only thing that made since for them to do was to shoot sharks, since to me sharks were scary and served no purpose at all, other than eat people. So I would imagine my dad out at see on his ship shooting sharks.
Being one of the younger of nine siblings, the older one's were always tricking us. One favorite one was to say, "it's time to go to the blanket show". I'd say, "yippee.., we're off to a show". Of course there was all, "you've got to be good and go to bed, and then you'll get to go."
It wasn't until my early teens that the penny dropped, that the "blanket show" was them showing me the blankets.
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.
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