I use to believe that i was adopted. I believed this until i learned about birth certificates. I'm still not sure, they are so different

pea-nuttz

It's not mine, but when my dad and his brother and sister were little, he and his sister used to tell their brother that he was adopted, because he had red hair and blue eyes (the rest of the family has brown hair and brown eyes) and because he was left handed. He believed them for a while, until he asked his mother if he was adopted.

Anon

I used to believe that Mr. Rogers was my grandpa. I blame mom.

Strawberry Soda

When i was around 5 or 6 my mom and sister told me that my mum had a special camera that was so small i would never b able to find it,and that she knew everything i ever did b/c of it. At first i didn't believe her, but then when i came home from piano lessons and she knew i had misbehaved, it freaked me out.

gigi

I used to believe that my uncle Trevor was actually John Travolta. I never saw my uncle or John Travolta, and their names seemed similar...i still think of my uncle as him.

Anon

When I was about 6 I didn't quite know how grandparents part of the family tree worked. One of my grnadfathers had died when I was very young and I don't really remember him. I still have both Grandmothers and one Grandfather. Anyway, when I was 6 we had a Grandparents' Day at school and our class had to write about our grandparents or something. One of my friends asked about my deceased grandfather and I answered something like "Oh, he died, but I've got this spare one anyway!". Didn't quite get how it worked! :)

anon

i used to believe that if you stepped on a crack, you would break your grandma's back. my kindergarten friend told me that she once stepped on a crack and her grandma borke her back that same day so i freaked out. one day i accidentally stepped on a crack and ran home crying. i called my grandma and apoligized for breaking her back. she just laughed and laughed and i finally realized you could step on cracks without breaking someones back.

Hannah

I used to think that there was someone who looked exactly like me on the otherside of the world; that everyone had a twin and that I wanted to go overthere and meet them.

Amber

My brothers to piss me off sometimes told me I was adopted, and that I was the housekeeper's kid.

ricolarno

I used to believe that when my parents went out for diner, they'd get desintagrated by an evil alien with a laser gun. I even had nightmares about it where I'd try to warn them, as I was the only one who could see the green monster with the huge fangs. I used to cry so much when they went out, and I'd say goodbye like I'd never see them again

ricolarno

A friend's older sister was mean enough to tell her little sis that she was actually adopted and that if she misbehaved, her adoptive parents would send her back where she came from, in Lituania!

Anon

When I was about 4 or 5, my dad had me convinced that he had once caught a bullet in his teeth. I believed that until I was, oh, about 12 or so, when a friend told me that was impossible and I was stupid.

JessieWessie

I used to believe that mum and dad evolved from the dinosaurs!

stephanie

I have an aunt that I resemble in every way-looks, disposition, etc. She has twin sons that are 5 years older than me, and they have always told me that I'm really their younger sister, and their dad didn't want a girl, so they gave me to my aunt's younger brother, who i believed to be my dad. The sad part is, all my life I've questioned this, and everyone just laughs like it's a big joke, but I have never had it either confirmed or denied. I'm eighteen now, and a little part of me still believes my older cousins/brothers...or whatever.

Confused

Since my relatives always acted so nice and perfect when I was around, for some reason I thought they were the only people in the world who could never make any mistakes or do anything wrong. I just figured that while other people do make mistakes and do bad things, they never did.

Anna

I used to think my grandma named my mom "Mom" and my other grandmas named my dad "Dad" and I always wondered how they knew their children were going to have kids one day! Suppose they didnt? Wouldnt it sound kind of weird?

Danielle