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I used the believe that a baby could walk right after he or she was born. When my friend told my kindergarten class that she started walking at the age of one, I raised my hand and asked if something was wrong with her.
I used to think my family was really a family of bears from another planet who wore people disguises to fool me. I swore that I had to take naps during the day so they could have their secret bear meetings and take off their suits for a while. The low muffled voices through my closed bedroom door was my 'proof'.
When I was very young I was sitting at the table with my grandmother and I asked her "Why do you and grandpa have such wrinkly faces." At the time I thought she was being serious when she calmly replied. "From yelling at kids."
My family used to pray before dinner with the phrase "Watch over us" but my brother and I always thought the line was "Watch O' Russ." We had an uncle named Russ, so it made perfect sense. We just assumed he needed more help than others.
I used to think it was an amazing coincidence that all my members of my family had the same name.
I was three years old when JFK was assassinated. Though I don’t remember it, I knew it made an impression on me.
My uncle Joe was about 15 years older than me and he lived at my grandmother's house. Joe was kind of a wild fella back then, always getting into trouble. He also had hunting rifles in the house. I was afraid of the guns, but was fascinated with the big scope attached to one of them.
Once when I was five or six I got up the courage to look through that scope. I was totally amazed and intrigued with the crosshairs that I saw superimposed on what I looked at through the scope.
Some time after that I was reading through a book my parents had about the Kennedy assassination. To my absolute horror, the book contained (what I later realized was) a photographic re-enactment of the shooting as seen by the assassin. The picture showed a limousine from behind, with people in it and a man I knew was supposed to be Kennedy. The photo was shot through a scope like my uncle’s, and the crosshairs were aimed directly at the back of Kennedy’s head.
In my young mind, I could only draw one conclusion: My cousin Joe had killed President Kennedy.
My mom would use the phrases, "For the love of Pete" or "For Pete's sake" when she got frustrated (instead of using God's name in vain...) She also happened to have an Uncle Pete, and I always thought she was referring to him when she said those things!
When I was 4 years old, I thought that every family had to have two children - no more, no less - and that there had to be one boy and one girl. And the older child was always the boy.
Then one day in nursery school a friend of mine started talking about his brother. I was astonished! I said to him, "You can't have a brother - you're a boy!"
I told my parents, and they explained that there can be any combination of boys and girls in a family.
When I was younger I used to believe that because my fathers birhtday fell on St Patricks Day (March 17th),and because he was actually called Patrick... That every single St Patricks parade in the world was held because he was so important that everybody wanted to celebrate!! What a silly girl I was!!!
When I was five, my uncle told me he had a wooden leg. When I tried to touch it to feel if it was really made out of wood, he used to say "don't, or you'll get a splinter". He also told me that my other uncle had a wooden head, but not to say anything, because he liked to pretend he had a normal head.
I used to believe my mom kept a lizard in her purse that would bite me if I got into it.
My uncle harry has a very long beard and a hariy face. I used to think he was a wizard.
I used to believe my parents had been captured by the Invaders from Mars and programmed to act very weird all the time. I was always looking for those small pinholes in the movie on the back of their necks as proof. It was the only explanation I could come up with for their behavior.
When I was little I used to write my dad 'secret admirer' letters. I told him I had borrowed paper from his daughter so he wouldn't realize who his admirer really was. Then I left the letters on his pillow...how did he figure it out?
We have this hole in our backyard that's about three feet wide, and I always wondered how it got there. My older sister, who always filled my head with lies, told me that it was where my brother's spaceship landed, and dropped him off for our parents to take care of.
I used to believe, given the chance, that any member of my family except my oldest sister might poison my dinner, so I used to go into the kitchen and watch as it was being served onto the plates to make sure there was no opurtunity for anyone to poison me. Sometimes even adding to my mother "you better not have poisoned this. I'm on to you"
When I was young , my Mom's answer to everything was "Heaven only know's" As my brother's name was Kevin , I thought she kept saying "Kevin only know's" Boy did I think he was smart!
when I heard the term " step on a crack, break your mother's back" I thought it specifically meant MY mother. Not only would i never step on cracks, if I saw a man walking down the street step on a crack, i would yell "HEY!! This is my mother! It's your back your breaking!"
When I was 5 1/2, we adopted my sister through a private law agency. It had been arranged that we would meet the lawyer to get her - at a local bank. For awhile, I believed, and told people, that babies came from banks. When my other sister came along, I figured it out when I could see that there was no way she fit into the drive-through container.
I used to think that a baby shower was when the mommy took a shower with her new baby son/daughter, and everyone came to watch.
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