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I used to believe that my grandad was Al Jolson. And that my uncle was Rod Stewart. Basically I got confused between my family liking people and actually being them.
My grandmother told me when I was a small child that the reason my grandfather did not have hair was because everytime she kissed him he lost a hair. I would not let my grandmother kiss me until I was much older.
For the longest time, I thought that my Great Grandma was actually my Grape Grandma, because whenever I saw her she was usually wearing purple.
My uncle has been bald for as long as I can remember. When I was about six, I asked my dad why my uncle was bald. My dad replied that one day when my uncle was on his motorbike, all his hair had just blown off. I thought that my dad was the fountain of all knowledge, and believed this story for several years. Many years later I told my dad how I'd believed his ridiculous story for a long time, and he was amazed that I had believed it at all. I was so convinced by the story, that I told all my friends at school that my uncle's hair had blown off while he was riding his motorbike.
When I was about 4, my sister and I used to take a shower together, so she could help me wash my hair. Well one day she was washing my hair and she told me that the shampoo that she used would turn my hair into gold. Then she told me that when I fall asleep our parents would cut it all off and sell it to get money and that I would be bald, and that they didn't like bald kids so they would sell me also. She also told me that I had another sister that I didn't know about because they had sold her too. I had nightmares for about a week after that. And I also asked my parents how many children they really had.
My Grandad was called Ken and used to own a cafe before I was born. He also looked a bit like Colonel Sanders, so I thought he must run the whole KFC chain and that it was named after him (I kind of assumed his middle name must be Tucky). It was years before I actually bothered to think about this properly and realised it wasn't true.
It never occured to me that my mom was once a kid,when she told me I remember thinking she was lying to get me to stop crying.
I used to have this fear that my parents were only taking care of me for a short while longer, like 12 years of age, and then give me away as slave labor, though they were always very caring parents.
I seriously used to think my grandma was Julie Andrews. I refused to believe my actual grandma was related to me.
I used to believe that the number of people in your family dictate how many fingers you had. Since there were five of us, I rationalized that's why I had five fingers.
I used to believe all parents were named Mike and Carol. My parents had the same names as the parents on the Brady Bunch.
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 believe that my Uncle was Noel Edmonds. He isn't but I used to think that was his job and he couldn't tell anybody.
When i was a kid my mum told me that i was an accident so in my lil child mind i thought that there was an accident as in car accident and that i was born in it
I used to believe that my Dad was the first person in the world who knew how to drive a car and that he taught everyone else
My mum and dad split up when I was four. Later I thought this was because they wanted to give me and my brother two Christmases and two birthdays every year because we lived with our mum and our dad came to see us on another day every week. It made me love them both even more! It was quite disappointing when my mum told me that it was 'just one of those things', but it was still great having two birthdays and two Christmases.
when i was younger, i used to believe that grandparents came from the sky in parachutes, and thats how we got here!
I used to believe my sister was an Alien Princess, who would be taken away from us if she was made to do housework. It took 4 years of doing her chores before I cottoned on
When I was about 6 I remember my brother coming home from school in a lot of trouble. It was St. Patricks day and my mother always had us wear a orange clover on our shirts. She explained to him that its because our ancestors were protestant. Well apparently he didnt understand what that meant...his teacher called and was telling my mother what he shared with the class when asked why he was wearing an orange clover. He told the class "I wear orange because all of my aunts are prostitutes"
I suppose there was some confusion...
When I was about 3 or 4 I, for some reason, had it in my mind that patients were like points that you lost when ever you got angry. But I also believed that they were something that you could buy at the super-market. So whenever my Mom got mad and said "I'm losing my patients" I would calmly tell her that she needed to go buy some more.
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