I used to believe that my mother was really terrible at scraping out the bowl when making a cake. I believed this until I was 27 when I was baking a cake with her and showed her how well I cleaned out the bowl and she revealed her evil secret...she always left a little for me!

bowl cleaner

I used to believe that my Dad could fix absolutely ANYTHING with sellotape

Kate

When I was little my father was obviously taller than me. Therefore, when he wanted to talk to me face to face he would squat down. I thought this was a game, though, and I would squat too. It took years for me to realize my dad was just trying to talk to me with no intentions of a game.

Anon

My dad used to make things out of lead when i was little and he didn't want me too touch it so he told me if i touched the lead i'd always stay a little girl and never grow up, so for years i thought if you touched lead you wouldn't become a grown up! Crule lol

Anon

i used to believe that my father was the tallest man in the world

tiara

My mother used to tell me that if I was misbehaving, the gypsies would come and take me away with them, so naturally I was always misbehaving.

Skof

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!

Scott

i used to think my grandmother's actual name was Gramma!

el kristadore!

I used to believe that my mum was the queen. She does look a bit like the queen... minus the orb and sceptre.

Vix

From watching movies and my mom's soap operas, I used to believe that if you loved someone a lot, you French kissed them (although I didn't know it was called that), and since I loved my parents and brother's a lot, I should French kiss them. My mom set me straight on that pretty quickly.

Anon

I used to believe that to adopt someone you just had to call a telephone number and they would send you a child in a box in the post.

Anon

My (older) sister used to tell me she had many different versions of her. (i.e. sister #593=shares, sister #24=bossy, sister, #871=says opposites, sister #6=sings,etc.) So she would constantly confuse me with her jeckyll-&-hyde transformations until I'd scream "I WANT SISTER #593, I WANT SISTER #593!!!"

p. doodie

I believed that the man in the moon was my Nan's boyfriend (my granddad was dead). My brother and I would make drawings of him for my Nan to stick on her door so that when the moon was hidden she had a picture of him.

Claire

I used to think that your cousins are your cousins only until they're 21, then they become your aunt,or uncle!

AMILA

Being one of the younger of nine siblings, the older one's were always tricking us. One favorite one was to say, "it's time to go to the blanket show". I'd say, "yippee.., we're off to a show". Of course there was all, "you've got to be good and go to bed, and then you'll get to go."
It wasn't until my early teens that the penny dropped, that the "blanket show" was them showing me the blankets.

Kaye Ottic

My sister and I always thought our grandparents, who are from the Netherlands, actually lived on the moon. Every time we saw the moon we would wave to them. We also thought after visiting, when they flew home, that is where they went. Very wierd...

CRW

I used to believe that if you stepped on a crack, you would REALLY break your mama's back. I finally let it go when I turned 10.

Anon

We used to get a call from our grandparents in Europe every year on our birthday. My mother explained it was the middle of the night where they were.

Because of the bad phones lines then the voice on the other end sounded very soft. I thought they were whispering because everyone else was asleep, so I whispered too. That's why my grandmother always yelled through the phone "Speak louder! I can't hear you!"

Jeff

When I was very little my grandma once told me that "Exit" meant "quiet" and that you had to stop talking. This worked great for my parents, when we would go places, if I started crying or whining or whatever, they would just point to an "Exit" sign and that would shut me up. But then one day Dad brought home an old "Exit" sign and hung it up in my room, for laughs, I was so upset!!

Kari

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.

Hilary