When I was about 3, I began to wonder why my mom would want to spend all that time taking care of me, and thought maybe she was just putting on an act, that she was really a witch and she would eventually come clean and make me her slave. I used to sneak into her room when she was sleeping, expecting to see a black witch hat on her head.

Anon

When I was little, my dad told me he had been born in Indiana. I thought he meant India, and for years afterward, I thought he had been born in cave.

Andrea

Our grandmother, with the cooperation of all of our other relatives, fostered the belief in us that, if we were bad, we could be taken to "Jones's Home," a terrible kind of orphanage where we ould live out the rest of our childhoods in abusive misery and squalor.

Anon

I was totally convinced (and even tried to convince my lil' sister) that my parents were aliens and at night when we went to bed, they would come out of their human bodies.

Anne

I used to believe that my parents were actually aliens. I thought that they wanted to poison me, but since they wouldn't want to poison my little brother they couldn't. I was afraid to eat anything that my mom made just for me.

Laura

As my parents had given me a name, I thought that it was up to me to give them names too

Anon

I used to believe my parents were speaking in a different language when they spoke to each other because I was too young to understand

Anon

When I was little I overheard a conversation about someone "losing their child", as in before it was born. But I was convinced this woman had lost her child like you lose your keys. I was appalled that she would be so careless! Also, I was a bit afraid that my mom would lose me sometime...

joana

For many years of my childhood I believed that men couldn't sing. This was solely based on the fact that my dad is completely unable to carry a tune. I really don't know how I failed to notice that there were plenty of men on TV and radio who could sing well.

Anon

when i was youger and my grandmother would talk about when my aunts and uncles were children i would imagine them as tiny burgers,with my aunts wearing pink bows i have no idea why

Anon

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.

Anon

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.

Anon

When I was about 4 years old my mother would tell me that my father was actually Peter Pan in disguise. One day, when my dad was leaving for work, she told me he was going to Never Neverland. I completely freaked out thinking that he was going without me and that he would never come back. I figured, why would he...it's too fun there!

magali

once while on a train ride in Duluth, Minnesota, my dad pointed out these little trails that were cut through the woods. He then told me the towns people put those there so the mooses could follow them so that their antlers wouldn't get stuck in the tree branches!

Amanda Jane

I used to believe my parents were aliens with human disguises. So for the longest time I would try to spy on them to see their alien form. :)

Anon

i used to believe that there was a difference between a 'lady' and a 'woman'. the difference being that ladies wore make-up and women didn't!! my mother never wore make-up and my best friends mom did sometimes so my friends mom was a lady and my mom was a woman :)

robin

Cousin Jay would say he could pick us kids up by our ears. When I was 5, I finally caught on to the trick. He'd slip his arms under our armpits and then grab our ears and lift.  

Joan 

When I was little, I believed my little brother looked the way every boy in the world should look, and if they didn't look like him, they weren't perfect.

boy that changed quick...

Shauna

My grandfather had a rather round middle, he told all the grandkids that he got that way by eating a whole dinosaur's leg...
we believed every word of it!

:-)

I used to believe that I had two fathers. Actually I knew they were the same man, but it seemed to me that I had two in some sort of surreal way. The first father was the one who was around early morning. He had tousley hair, was unshaven and just didn’t look very good. Probably he coughed a lot and maybe he was a bit grumpy. There was nothing really wrong with him, it was just that I preferred the other one. Every morning he disappeared into the bathroom and after a while, kaapow!, the second father would appear. This one had slicked back hair, a smooth face, smelled good and seemed more friendly

John, aged 59 3/4