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When I was about 10 my neighbours voice broke and he went through all that dreadful squeakiness! I was really worried, believing that I would have to go through it too. I confided in my best friend who told me not to be so stupid - girls voices don't break!
I used to believe that one day, my younger brother would be older than me and then he'd pick on me!
My nephew used to think that when people got old, they developed a foreign accent. This is because both sets of his grandparents were Jewish immigrants from eastern Europe, and they (and the rest of the family of their generation) all had accents. So he thought it was part of getting old. This was revealed to the family when he was about 4, and one of his mother's friends brought her Dutch boyfriend to the house for dinner. My nephew said in amazement, "He's young, and he has an accent already!"
There is 18 months between my sister and I. I am the youngest. I used to believe that I would catch her up in age, as I was 4 she was 6, then I would turn 5 in the middle of the year, and think I was getting older than her.
Migets were people who were bad when they were kids and there parents didn't let them grow up.
When I was about 6, my mother told me I could be anything when I got older. I told her I wanted to be a dinosaur or the color orange. I am 21 now with a math degree and I still destine to be "orange!"
When I was a little kid, I was thoroughly convinced that grown-ups had to face an obligatory odeal. Adult men had to join compulsory military service, and adult women had to give birth.
I used to believe that when you were 12, you automatically changed sex
I used to believe that when you grow up, you lose your given name and become just Mr., Miss, or Mrs. Whoever.
as a little girl of about 6 years old, i used to think that when i grew up i would change into a boy. the turn around age was about 18--i figured that god would want us to have a taste of both sides of the coin. the change hasn't happened yet (i am 25)--maybe i'm just a slow developer?
I believed it when my parents said I could be whatever I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be either a bird or a fairy and was devastated when I was eventually informed that they weren't within the realm of possibilities.
When I was very small, I thought that when you were born you were always a little girl, then you turned into a little boy, then a female, and then a male.
when i wuz a lil gurl my mom told me if i worked hard i could b anything i wanted to b
so i thought ide become a fish !!!!i neverknew how ide achieve that but i really fantasized bout it!!!!!
When I was a kid I was told so much crap by adults around me that I thought all adults must be crazy. The stories sounded just crazy to me and I thought that as I got older I'd get just like them. Every time I'd do or say something wrong my sisters would call me crazy and I though it was a sign that I was growing up and becoming an adult because the word adult sounds so much like "A DOLT"
When I was a kid I noticed that adults [liek my parents] were bigger than me, and that adults older than my parents [like my grandparents] were shorter than my parents, I thought you grew up till you were big, then you shrank back down till you were kid sized and started all over again ...
i used to believe that when I grew up and was perfect (which is the line my grandmother kept telling me ..) that I would be able to take my teeth out just like her.
When I was a kid, I believed that when I grew up, I would forget all about being a kid. I wrote notes and messages to my future self, to remind me...
I thought you were put on earth as a either a kid or grown-up.
When I was little I used to belief that my clothes shrunk systematically, instead of me growing...
When I was a kid I though facial hair on a man is what gave them the deep voice
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