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When I was about five, and didn't understand the whole how and where babies came from, I used to think as we (children) aged our parents would do the opposite and become younger. And once we reached adulthood, we would become the parents and our parents were our children. Death and giving birth did not exist in my mind.
I used to think that when you were a child that you had a "calf" muscle, and when you grew up that it became a "cow" muscle. Then you were on your way to turning into a cow.
I used to believe that little boys grew up to be girls and little girls grew up to be boys.
I thought that when you grew up, you could look completely different. I have light brown hair and hazel eyes and Im really tall. I imagined myself as a grownup with dark brown hair and blue eyes and really short.
in kindergarden i beleived that to be a teenager your name had to end with teen
I once thought people would keep growing until they were as big as buildings if they didn't go to the doctor.
I had grown too old to use my teats, and my mother told me that we had to give them away to Father Christmas's children. So I gave them gladly away, and belived that Father Christmas's children had got them, until some years later, when my mother should get something on the top of a cabinet, and the teats fell down on the floor..
When my sister was about four, she saw a small elderly lady about the same height as herself. She thought that after a while, old people would continue to shrink and then change into little kids. So, she asked my mom when my great-grandmother would become her age!
When I was 4 my grandma made a comment about being tired and old. I asked her how old she was. She then asked me how old I thought she was. I said, "80" (she was in her early 50's). If you weren't a child then you must be 80!
I used to believe that any grown woman received the title of 'mom.' I didn't understand why my parents continued to shoot down my dreams of becoming, as I put it, "a mom with no kids."
I used to believe that one day I would just wake up a teenager. I would have physically grown up and matured over night. The thing that worried me the most was, what would I wear when this happened until I could go shopping for bigger clothes?
This was actually a question asked by my brother to our paternal grandparents. "Were you around when the dinosaurs lived here?"
when i was about 4 years old... i wanted to be an explorer, so i can sail the seas and reach the edge of the world and stick my head out to see space!
I always used to hope that when I turned 21 I'd get the chance to choose whether I was a man or a woman.
Imagine my disappointment when I found out I couldn't switch.
Having an older sister when I was four lead me to believe that if things progressed logically I would first be a boy, then a girl then a man, then a woman because, well, it just followed a pattern didn't it.
I thought I had it all figured out, I argued my point, my sister said I was wrong, she said, "go ask mom" ... my argument deflated.
When I was 4 or 5 i used to think that girls started out as boys and boys started out as girls.
On one of my earliest birthdays, my grandmother (who was at the time receiving therapy for dementia) presented me with a beautiful doll. A little confused, she said "I think you should call your dolly 'Therapy'." I agreed, and carried the doll everywhere for years. It wasn't until I was in my late teens that I realised 'Therapy' wasn't actually a girls name...
I used to believe that grown-ups were born "grown up" and that I would stay a little kid forever.
I thought that when you grew up you changed your name. Carl sounded like a kid's name, so when I was older I thought you chose a more grown-up name like Frank, or Bob or something.
when i was little i thought that u were an adult first then u became a baby
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