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When my brother and I were little and naughty, my mum would get angry and say that she had "lost her temper", well we thought it was another name for her purse.........so would go looking for it to make her happy with us again.
Julia
My dad told me that he won a boyscout award/trophy in knot tying. His winning knot? The braid. My dad told me he invented braiding and got a trophy for it! I actually went to school and bragged on my Daddy.
The facade all came crashing down around me when, in the middle of my show and/or tell speech, the teacher asked in front of everyone....."So did your dad teach the Indians how to braid their hair?"
And they say children can be cruel.
Cedda
my brother once told me that i was adopted as a baby, i believed him for several years, and even now i still question things ;) just ive never bothered to get dna checks.
stevie
When I was younger I used to believe that because my fathers birhtday fell on St Patricks Day (March 17th),and because he was actually called Patrick... That every single St Patricks parade in the world was held because he was so important that everybody wanted to celebrate!! What a silly girl I was!!!
Ciara
My mother used to spit at us before any major childhood event for good luck. Off we would trot to sports day and mum would launch a big greeny at our backs. Neighbours would stare and friends would laugh but the worst humiliation came when she would drop us off at school then launch one through the open window of the car. Even now at the tender age of 38 when I visit home to play golf with my dad and brothers she tends to gob at us from the doorstep. She does claim this to be a Danish custom but that doesn't fool me anymore. I was gullible enough to beleive the funny sounding Danish words she would use if she stubbed her toe, did translate into "Oh Damn" but not any more. Wash your mouth out with soap mum!
Ken
When I was 4 years old, I thought that every family had to have two children - no more, no less - and that there had to be one boy and one girl. And the older child was always the boy.
Then one day in nursery school a friend of mine started talking about his brother. I was astonished! I said to him, "You can't have a brother - you're a boy!"
I told my parents, and they explained that there can be any combination of boys and girls in a family.
Kdees
We moved abroad when I was five, and the budgie went to the vet to be looked after whilst we were gone. It was only about ten years later that I realised Diggle hadn't actually lived out his final few months/years in luxury at the vet's house.
Karen
When I was a young, only child, and jealous that all my friends had brothers and sisters, my mum told me I did have a brother, but he was a monkey in a zoo.
I believed this until I was about 7!
Leon
My mom would use the phrases, "For the love of Pete" or "For Pete's sake" when she got frustrated (instead of using God's name in vain...) She also happened to have an Uncle Pete, and I always thought she was referring to him when she said those things!
Lois
When I was about 5, I was certain (for no particular reason) that someday my parents would abandon my brother and me during the night. Every night for quite some time I would wake up of my own accord, go down the hall, and peek into my parents' bedroom, and every night they would be there sound asleep. I would go back to bed and sleep soundly for the rest of the night.
Then one night I went and looked, and sure enough, they had done it. The bed was made and they were gone. Oddly, I wasn't afraid, because I had been expecting it. However, I had been told that if ever anything went wrong and my parents weren't around to help, I was to go to the neighbors' flat upstairs and ask them for help. So I did this, in my PJs (I was used to going up and down the stairs by myself) and told the lady that my parents had left us. But they hadn't. They were with her -- they had put us to bed and gone to the neighbor's for all of ten minutes for a drink.
Somehow finding them there left me permanently reassured, and I never "checked on them" again.
Never abandoned
My mother used to tell me that when she got too stressful she was going to "Mother Mother Land". I used to believe that she went to this place via her closet, and when I imagined it I thought of many mothers kneeling down along this long red carpet with a head mother at the throne.
Jackie
My uncle has been bald for as long as I can remember. When I was about six, I asked my dad why my uncle was bald. My dad replied that one day when my uncle was on his motorbike, all his hair had just blown off. I thought that my dad was the fountain of all knowledge, and believed this story for several years. Many years later I told my dad how I'd believed his ridiculous story for a long time, and he was amazed that I had believed it at all. I was so convinced by the story, that I told all my friends at school that my uncle's hair had blown off while he was riding his motorbike.
Myfanwy
A few of my parents' cousins brought war brides back from Korea and Vietnam before I was born. When I was little, I used to tell people I was part Chinese because I had oriental aunts...so I MUST be part Chinese. I didn't even figure out they weren't Chinese until I was about 10.
texasbabe
When I was bad, my mother used to threaten to sell me to the Gypsies. I didn't know really what Gypsies were, but somehow I mixed them up with Jewish people. I lived in an area that had a LOT of Jewish people and whenever Saturday came around and they were walking to temple, I used to hide so they wouldn't come and get me.
anonymous
I used to believe that my Uncle was Noel Edmonds. He isn't but I used to think that was his job and he couldn't tell anybody.
my brother and sister (6 and 7 years older than I) convinced me at age 5 that I was an insta-baby. they said that mom had gone to Brookshires (a local grocery store) and gotten me out of the gumball machine. They went into great detail telling me how she put me in the bathtub and added water to make me. Then they told me that she had forgotten to add water to the insta-brain and it fell out. Needless to say, they told me that I would never know as much as them because I had no brain. Being the impressionable child I was, I used to say " It's not my fault! I don't have a brain! Carrie and Rick told me!"
TxCherub113
When I was very young, my Dad was in the Navy. Naturally I spent a good deal of time asking where my Daddy was. My mother put a big picture of him onthe coffee table, so I could see him all the time, and told me "This is your Daddy." When my dad finally returned from his cruise, and we met him at the docks, I refused to talk to him, saying only "This isn't MY daddy. MY daddy's at home, on the coffee table." I believe that the picture itself was my dad.
Jupiter
My father used to tell me he had rubber legs. I was at least 10 at the time and knew it couldn't be true, but because I regarded him as an absolutely reliable fount of all knowledge, and because he stuck religiously to the story (and was completely deadpan), I was never quite sure!
Niall
I used to believe that all black people were cousins. I lived in a small town and every one of the black children that went to my school were related.
When I was little my father would tell my sister and me that if a boy kisses you your nose would fall off. I learned he was lying when a oy kissed me on the chhek
saphire
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