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When I was little I used to believe everyones auntie was called Dawn. Because both of mine were and my best friends. And my brother!!
When I was little my mum told that mc donalds closed for lunch so i didnt ask 4 one.
When I was about 6, In this English soap opera called Eastenders there was a story line of how a girl found out her 'sister' was actually her mum. I then asked my mum if my older sister (10 years older) was my mum! haha
When i was little and sitting next to my mom and we were breathing in the same rhythm i always thought that meant we were born at the exact same minute (but on a different day) like she was born at 3:10 AM and so was I.
I used to think that Mum was a partually a hen because of her pointy nose, & arms that looked like drumsticks due to her getting goosebumps easily.
I used to believe that, no man drank hot beverages, because my father never did.
when i was about 4 to 5 yrs old, i thought my parents were monsters, that looked normal people when i was arround them, but as soon as i got out of the room, they would turn to their monster shape. At that period, i always tended to suddenly open the door, so that I would see them as monsters, which I thought they were. But for some reason, i never caught them looking like that... xD
when we were young my gran threatend to call the man with the van with the yellow wheels, who would come to take us away
When I was six, my dad (I now know jokingly) told me I was adopted. I believed it for a decade until we had a row about something completely unrelated that climaxed in my screaming "YOU DON'T CARE BECAUSE I'M ADOPTED!" Ugh!
My husband had an old uncle with a wooden leg, and taht uncle told all the kids in the neighborhood that a little bird lived in his peg. My husband believed him.
i used to believe that i was bought at the supermarket. my mum found me between the mayonaise and the frozen chickens. my family kept the receipt in case they wanted to return me.
I used to think my babysitter was the luckiest person ever, because she was really old (in high school) and still lived with her mother.
When I was really little my parents went on holiday and my nan came to look after me. I'd never been around her without my parents around, and was worried because I thought she'd turn into some kind of wicked witch grandma, obviously some kind of amalgam from different fairy tales. The week leading up to it was torture. I'm glad to report we had a great time, although maybe it just seemed that way because I was so relieved not to have ended up in her cooking pot...
i used to think only children whose parents don't want them anymore goes to childcare centre.
I was an inquisitive child. Whenever there was something my parents couldn't explain there way out of they'd say "It's in the rule book." When I asked to see the rule books they'd insist only parents can see the rule book, and everyone gets it when they have a child so they know all the parenting rules.
They kept this up until I was about 8 or 9!
this guy i used to go to school with thought that Ned Kelly was his uncle
When `i was like 4 my mum made a comment that my brother who was 5 was the "spon of satan" I then asked what this ment and was convinced for years that my brother was actually fathered by satan even telling my father that my mum had told me he wasn't my brothers dad but it was ok cos he was mine
my sister used to believe that when you get married, you have to have a baby. that was until she asked our step-dad, "where is you child?"
he didn't have one!!!! lol
she believed anything those days. :)
My dad has a little hole by ear. I think it's a birth mark or something, but when I was about six he told me and my sister that he was going to get his ear peirced and the guy missed...
My ears still aren't peirced...
WHen I was little maybe 7-9 years old, I was really shelter from the harshness of life by my momther. My mom's husband my stepdad was rarely being seen for some time and to me it was no big deal.
One day he was home with us and my mom non-chalant asked for something I thought was very special from him. Never in my wildest naivete was this request something that would effect our lives.
"Jay...I want a divorce."
I thought, "Oh mom wants another present or something for herself nice." I didn't know a divorce meant the worst for a marriage. I will never forget hearing that statement comng from her again.
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