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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.
I believed that since my grandparents retired and built a house in Florida, they were very rich. In fact, they even had their initials engraved on the water faucet handles..."H"(Herb) and "C"(Clara).
I use to believe that everyone had a long lost twin on the other side of the world.
I used to think that my grandmother was a pioneer from the covered wagon days.
when I was little i used to believe that I had an identical twin somewhere out there that was doing the exact same thing at the exact same time.
I also wondered what it would be like if we ever crossed paths.
It never occured to me that my mom was once a kid,when she told me I remember thinking she was lying to get me to stop crying.
I was brought to tears more than once when my older brother would tell me that he and my mom found me under a rock at the beach and felt sorry for me and took me home. Nice, huh?
My mother is an artist and one day she told me she was going to paint me after school. I was very excited until she showed me her canvas and I realised she had not meant to actually paint my face!! I was only 5 ....ok!
I am an only child. I grew up convinced that once a child was born it was against the law for the daddy to stay. If the mommy got pregnat with another child, the daddy was forced to come back and live with her. I didn't ever think about how she got pregnant with the second child.
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