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As children, when my sisters and I fought, someone would always end the argument by exclaiming that they were going to tell mommy on the others. This always ended with the others begging desperately for the first to not tell. I was cnvinced that 'telling' on a person was somehow a magic way to get what you wanted. One day, I got very mad at my mom for not giving me my way, so I triumphantly declared, "Mommy, I'm telling YOUR mommy on you!" Not only did I not get my way, I couldn't figure out why my mom wouldn't stop laughing.
When I was very little, I told my dad that when I was older, I would have a daughter called Rosemary, and her middle name would be Vulture.
I had my heart set on that name.
My naughty friend has a 3 year old son... and let me tell you she is starting a whole new generation of strange beliefs
She tells her son if hes naughty the garbage man is coming to put him in the bin
She tells him she has installed surveillance in his bedroom so santa can monitor him
So many other when i remember them ill post
when I was about 4, my parents would tell me that children are brought by some big birds,so every time I had a fight with my brother, I would ask my mother to call that bird to come and take him back!!..
when I was young, my parents would tell me and my elder brother that they bought us from a pair of gipsies that had too many children, unlike my younger brother who was royalty. having them say so all they time, I found myself believing it and had all those nightmares about my parents giving us back to the gipsies...!
When I was about three my mom had to go to the hospital and when we got there I annouced I wanted a baby sister. My mom said ok not understanding I wanted to get one there. When it was time to go I siad "But I wanted a baby sister!"
When I was little that when children grew up to be adults that they grew back down to be children and babies again. I never knew where old people came into the picture. I guess my head got screwed up somewhere.
I used to believe that Grandparents were assigned to their grandchildren. When I was four I used to ask my mom if her mom died and she would say "No, Grandma is my mom." I had to ask her a few times before I finally remembered it though.
My mother had many misconceptions about things when she was younger. Her and her friends were imaginative - they would take a large piece of lint, run down the street as fast as tehy could, and think they were flying off to Candyland. She also thought the TV could hear her when she talked.
I used to believe my grandfather was the Scourge of the Seven Seas!
My father would tell me tales of his father's great adventures as a pirate; my grandfather was an amputee, and he had a "wooden leg," lending massive credibility (I was maybe 4) to these stories. One day, my grandfather had a gift for me: a bag of golden coins. Even after I discovered that they were chocolates I thought "wow, he *really is* a pirate!"
When i was little i thought when parents would ground their kid they would actually dig a hole and put the kid in. they were actually underground.
One day my parents would peel their faces off to reveal they were aliens.
When i little, my mom used to be able to pull random objects out of my ears.
I used to believe my Dad's sister was really Dolly Parton. Everytime we went to her house she was on tv (Dollly), my aunt wore a platinum blond wig, had a big chest that was always partly exposed and she talked with a slight southern accent.
Me and alll of my cousins call my grandma MoMo and my grandpa PoPo(not po-po completly difrent and sound diffrent too) So I never really new what a Grandma and Grandpa were until I saw this one episode of Barney.
I used to think that Grown-ups couldn't cry. I was 5 and my mom and dad were going through a divorce. i had never seen a Grown up cry. I just thought that they didnt cry. Up until the day my mom feel through the attic.... she was so upset about the divorce and trying to be so strong for me, my sister and my brother that she just broke down.
I remember just being shocked... and I asked her how she could cry.....
My parents are horror film freaks and exposed me to horror films way too early. I truly believed that all of my dolls came alive at night, and one in particular was evil. Everynight as I slept with my teddy- I would walk around the room and tell each and every one of my dolls that i loved them verrrrry much and would kiss them goodnight before turning them around so that they wouldn't try to kill teddy. After a while the evil doll really did start to move. I would memorize exactly where I left it-- and it was never the same when I returned. I finally asked my mother to burn the ugly doll and she agreed to do so.... My senior year of high school I walked in to my room to find that doll on my bed. I literally peed my pants and didn't talk to my mother for a week.
I used to believe that parents could 'donate' naughty children to Amish families because they needed so many people to run their farms, and that during particularly hard seasons they would roam around and kidnap wandering or crying kids.
This is probably because my father used to threaten to give me to the Amish when I misbehaved.
i used to think that if i drank milk with watermelon i would die because the mix was poisonous because my grandma told me that, so until this day i haven't mix them..
When I was about 4 or 5, I had learned that blind people had "seeing-eye dogs" to help guide them around, and that many of these dogs were German Shepherds. My grandmother had a German Shepherd named Baron and he always seemed to be at her side. So one day I asked my mother "Is Grandma blind?" because I assumed that Baron was her guide dog.
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