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I used to believe that on Valentines day, Jack Valentine used to come to my house and bring me gifts. I soon cottoned on that it was my mum, but i should of guessed really, as when she went out they always used to tell me to go look for him out of the back door instead of the front!!!!!
When i asked my mom where my dad is,she told me that he drowned while sipping his chicken soup,and i, actually believed her.
When I was little, I wanted so much to have a twin. I believed I could really be two people, and we would agree on everything. I had a Wispy Walker doll that was nearly as tall as me. I had learned in church that if you prayed and truly believed with all your might, God would give you whatever you wanted. So I prayed that my Wispy Walker doll would come to life and be my twin. I prayed this for a really long time, honestly believing it would happen. When it didn't, I decided that she had come to life on the inside, but that her hard plastic skin kept her from moving, so I immediately slathered her all up and down with my mom's skin lotion, expecting it to soften the plastic into real skin and allow her to be alive. It never worked, and I was so surprised because I really thought I believed with all my might. It was some time later that I realized God doesn't always say "yes" when we ask for things. Sometimes the answer is "no" or "not right now."
when i was old enough to know what birthdays meant, my grandfather told me that he quit having birthdays. It was very strange to me that my mom (which was his daughter) was getting older than him. But, everybody backed up his story. To this day, he is still 29! (and holding, of course!)
When I was about 3 or 4 my aunt brought my newborn cousin over to visit us for the first time. I exclaimed "Oh! She's can open her eyes!!!" I thought babies were like kittens and it took them a while to open their eyes after they were born.
My name is Anna, one time when I was a child my farther was putting on his coat, I asked my mother 'what's Daddy doing?' she said 'He's just putting on his anorak' and I replied 'Thats not an Annarak, thats a Daddyrak!' - I honestly thought each coat had a different name depending on the person it belonged to...
Makes sence in a kid-logic kind of way.
My father's side of the family has a Portugese background, but I was never taught to speak the language. I did however, have to call women on that side of the family Tia so-and-so (Tia Norma, Tia Evelyn etc). I always wondered why I never had to call them auntie, and why they all had the same first name.. that is until my 8th grade Spanish class when I learned that Tia means aunt in Spanish, and I figured out it does in Portugese too!
i used to think only children whose parents don't want them anymore goes to childcare centre.
AS a child ( my father was 50 when I was born) I truly believed that my dad was friends with George Washington, and Abraham Lincoln ( Not Possible for several reasons)..I thought he had wooden teeth too, because when he and George needed to get new teeth, all they had back then were wooden ones. I used to to tell this story to all of the kids in school...No wonder why I got picked on all the time!
I used to believe that the stretch marks on my dad's stomach were really the result of his fight with bears, which he won of course.
when I was little my mom drove a van, and I thought it was my school bus because I had an older brother and sister... so every time she stopped she had to act like she opened the door and kids would get on, I sat in the back of the van because I thought it was where the 'cool kids' sat.. just like my older brother and sister.
I was convinced that my parent's were aliens. I truly believed that aliens had come to earth and abducted my parents, and that my mammy and daddy were out in the garden shed, tied up on chairs and unable to escape. I used to go out to the shed and peer in, trying to see them, but to no avail. So I spent day after day scared that my alien parents were going to kill me....healthy stuff right there.
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 noticed when I was about 8 or 9 that my Great Aunts had smooth legs and wrinkled faces. I concluded the bottom half was the Aunt and the top hald of them was the Great. Aunts were younger and "Great" was older just like Great Grand Ma. I didn't realize they had on support hose, until I ask to touch their legs....Then I was really confused.
When I was a child, my father would threaten to whip us with his RAZOR strap. I had truly visualized a belt filled with razors.Well the day finally came! We were playing football in the house and my older brother put my older sister through the livingroom wall. Well my Dad said thats it! He went to his room and got the RAZOR belt. He brought it to the livingroom and all it was, was a pieca of leather. My brother and sister and I all looked at each other and started laughing so hard. We explained to our Dad why we were laughing and he started laughing too. We never got the whipping!!
My great-grandmother was Hungarian. She passed on some of her sayings to my mother. So, whenever I was bad, Mom would say, "I'm going to sell you to the gypsies!"
When I was little I thought that adult men didnt cry. I never saw my dad cry but I saw my brothers cry I never understood that.
My mom would tell her friends "I'll give you a ring" as she was saying goodbye to them. I was always mad at her because she never gave me any rings. I thought she was giving them all jewelry.
WHEN I WAS LITTLE BEING THE YOUNGEST OF THREE MY SISTERS TOLD ME I WAS BOUGHT AT KMART ON BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL AND WHEN I WAS EIGHTEEN I WOULD HAVE TO RETURN TO CHINA
When I was about five, I heard my mother call my paternal grandmother "Mom." From this, I naturally assumed that Nana had been Mom's mother when Mom was a little girl, and that, conversely, my dad had been raised by my maternal grandparents. I thought that couples swapped parents when they were married.
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