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When I was young, I heard that every fourth person in the world was Chinese. When my brother(the fourth kid)was born,I was positive for a long time that he was Oriental.
when I was little, I didn't understand that my grandparents were my parents's parents. I thought they were just two people called grandma and grandpa. And I didn't know the difference between the two grandmas when mom would say that grandma's coming over. I would ask which one? The grandma with the white hair or the grandma with the dark hair!
I used to believe if you and an other person stepped with the same leg at the same that both of you were related. Apparantly I had a lot of relatives!
Until I was well along in years I always thought our family was Irish because my dads birthday was March 17th
When my adult son was young, he would never open the front door for me unless I could prove that I wasn't wearing a mask that looked identical to his Mum!
I used to believe that my mother was a robot. She would always know when I was doing something wrong, no matter how quiet I was!
I use to believe that my Daddy was the biggest man on earth! I thought he was 9 feet tall. I thought he was the only still living gaint.
My Dad died when I was 1, but his mum, my Nan, used to visit regularly. My mum called her "mum", and she also called my Granny "Mum". As I couldn't remember my Dad, for years I puzzled over how my Mum could have two mothers! It was finally explained to me when I was about 8 and asked if one had given birth to half of her, and the other to the other half. It was only then that I clicked as to why my Nan talked about my Dad a lot and had pictures of him up everywhere!
I was brought up in New Zealand where there was a non-littering campaign telling us to 'be a tidy Kiwi'. My father brought us an icecream at a children's park and lifted us all up, one at a time to put the wrappers in the rubbish bin. The bin had a sign on it which said 'look at the tidy Kiwi' and in the bin was a mirror so you could see yourself being a 'tidy kiwi'. To this day my sister (now 35 years old) believes that my father was showing her that she belongs in the rubbish bin.
once, my mom and my older cousin went fishing on the mountain without me. i was jealous, and i suspected them to have an affair, in spite of their age difference and family relations. silly me!
when i was little, i used to believe that if i, somehow, got away from my mother, nobody would ever care to find me again, and that strangers wouldn`t care either, even if they had seen a kid alone in the city.
In my young days I believed that all people are related to me and irrespective of caste creed or colour, I considered them all as my superiors and I almost bowed before them, with the result that some of them thought that I was making fun of them.
I used to think that me and my sister were twins because we both had a fluffy blue jumper.......she is 3 years older than me.
I thought that in a Gay relationship there had to be a man playin the part of a women.
So I always asked if I heard that someone was gay: "Who is the women in the releatin ship"
There were twins in my class at school, and I thought that one day my younger sister would be the same age as me and look exactly like me, and people would think we were twins.
I used to believe that the number of people in your family dictate how many fingers you had. Since there were five of us, I rationalized that's why I had five fingers.
My mother was raised in an orphanage, and my father had parents, so I thought all mothers came from orphanages. I was around ten when a friend told me about her mother being a little girl and NOT in an orphanage.
I used to believe that since my grandma on my dad's side and my grandpa on my mom's side were boh widows that they would marry. They were from the same town, they were both our grandparents, why not, right? Funny thing is that my sisters had the same thoughts as well. Never happened, though. I think they took wedding vows a bit more seriously back then.
My mother use to say to my sister & I when we were in elementary school that if we consistently disobeyed her or gave her a hard time, she would call "Mr. Jones" to have us sent to his "farm" for bad children.
I used to think it was an amazing coincidence that all my members of my family had the same name.
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