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When I was around five or six, I once asked my parents that if I hadn't been born into their family would I have been born into somebody else's. It took a while for my dad to stop laughing ...
When my little brother was about four or five, he explained to me that he expected us both to grow up and our parents to actually become younger from a certain point on. In his imagination, brothers and sisters ALWAYS got married later on - and the parents then ALWAYS turned into their children! It still makes me smile, and I also think this idea is cute... every family remains an intact unit!
Until my little sister was about 10, she thought that if a black person and a white person had a baby, the baby would be asian.
i used to believe that my mom got pregnant with all four of her children at the same time but just waited awhile to let each one of us out but when she told me that wasnt true i then made up another conclusion and thought that she actually had us all at the same time but got to choose our ages at this time i was 8 our ages where 14,12,10,8
I used to believe that when my parents and I were touching, they could hear my thoughts. I thought that all parents could read their kid's thoughts when they were touching and they all conspired together and decided not to tell their children so that they could hear their thoughts and hear the bad things they didn't want to tell their kids.
I really didn't like touching my parents for long periods of time then!
I used to think that my mother really did have eyes in the back of her head. I used to sometimes try to see if I could see them through her hair
My father has a small scar on his forehead and when my brothers and I were young, he told us that during the war he looked out of his trench and was shot in the head with an arrow, which we believed for years, even though he was too young for WW2 and indians!!
a frequent fantasy, until about age 6,
was that my parents were aliens and wearing very detailed human suits. On some given day, they were going to "unzip" their disguises and reveal their true appearance. This may have been fed by the old TV series Mission Impossible with Martin Landau pulling off ocmplex masks.
When I was young at one point I was driving my mother crazy enough one that she yelled out that she was going to the "funny Farm" , apparently 10 minutes later I came from my room with an overnight bag saying that I wanted to go also. My thinking was the funny farm was a fun circus type place and I was missing out.
I would often wonder what it was like for my mum using the bath-room when she was younger. How on earth did she manage those big old-fashioned crinolene dresses by herself? When she told me she WASN'T actually 200 yrs old, I asked what that had to do with anything?
Up until about age 12 I was thoroughly convinced that my great grandfather had been on the Titanic. It turns out, he had just used the Titanic as an example to explain that he was on a big ship like that when he was in the Navy. It registered in my brain though and I remember telling all my friends at school that he had been on the Titanic. Needless to say it's impossible seeing as there weren't too many survivors and he was definitley not the right age.
My mother is an artist and one day she told me she was going to paint me after school. I was very excited until she showed me her canvas and I realised she had not meant to actually paint my face!! I was only 5 ....ok!
When I was small, my older sister told me that when I was asleep, all my sister's friends came over to party. I was so jelous that one day I invited all of my friends to party on a school night. I wondered why my parents were so mad at me when my sister did it every night. It just wasn't fair!
I used to ask my mom if I would grow up to be her mom, and then we would switch again so she was my mom again, and so forth and so on, and the cycle never ends...
(Hero -- father)
When my dad was a child, he worked on farms for pocket money. He would snare pesky gophers, dig holes for fence posts, and do some harvesting. One time, he told me, a man's arm got caught and sucked up into the horrible cutting blades of the hay bailer. My dad, thinking quick, and acting quicker, grabbed a nearby axe and severed the man's arm off at the elbow joint before the machine could pull him all the way in. When I repeated this story to him twenty years later, he said it wasn't him and I must have read it in a Stephen King book or something.
I checked with my brother, and my brother told me that our dad told him that one time he was helicoptered to the top of Mt. Everest so that he could ski down.
Hmmm.
Irregardless, we both decided, with children having less and less role models these days, our father would still be our number one life-saver/ thrilll-seeker hero.
None of our family gets on particularly well with my dad's parents, and my mum has always called them the "out laws" instead of the "in laws" as a joke. Until I was about 10 - well, until I learned what "in-law" actually means - I believed that your mother's parents were your In Laws and your father's parents were your Out Laws.
When I would get hurt, or get a splinter in my finger my mom would tell me that my dad used to be a doctor so he knew how to help me without hurting me. I seriously thought my dad used to be a doctor, and I would only let them help me after they told me that.
When I was in first grade for show and tell I told that we had been to my grandma's house over the weekend. My teacher ask which grandma, mom or dads, I answered, "She's both their mother."
I really thought that she was because both Mom and Dad called her "mom." My mother's mom had died when they were first married so my mom called her MIL "mom."
When I was younger, both mine and ll of my friends' mothers had glasses. For quite a while, I used to believe all moms wore glasses.
When my daughter was very young, we used to go to the corner mailbox to post letters to Grandma. At that time, US first class stamps had George Washington's face on them. So you can imagine my surprise when one day Suzy looked at a dollar bill and exclaimed, "Grandma!" She logically assumed that George Washington was her grandmother!
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