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When I was about four I belived that as I grew older my parents would grow younger. I could not wait until they woudl be children and I would be the parent so that I could punish them for mistreating me. It was not mistreatment but rather punishment.
Okay, I have to admit that I really don't have any clue where this belief came from, but when I was much younger I thought that I would eventually not only grow bigger than my older sister, but that I could/would grow older than her too.
When I was little I thought sometimes you grew faster than other times, and so someone who was, say, eight could one day be older than a person who was 16.
i used to think that adults did not have dreams!
I used to think that when you grow up, there'll be one day where you turn in to a kid again. I used to give my dad my own toys ("Presents") and say, "Daddy, this is for the day when you turn back in to a little boy again.
Til the age of around 9, I believed that everyone never got any older, getting old was their punishment from God. I thought old people were born old, and so on.
I also thought the whole world was my state till the age of 8 when I was sadly proved wrong when my family took a flight to the eastern coast to visit relatives.
i used to believe my mum was older than my dad because her birthday was before his. my dad encouraged this thought until the day i realised i was wrong.
My mom had a mole on the back of her leg. I used to think that when I became a woman, I would have one too. I thought it was a part of puberty, like developing breasts.
in kindergarden i beleived that to be a teenager your name had to end with teen
My dad always tried to convince us that when we turned sixteen, our gender would change; ie., I would become a boy! Scary thought!
I used to think 9 year olds were really old.
When I was little my family had a silverware set that we ate with every night. It had two sets... little forks and big forks, little spoons and the big serving spoons, etc. Being young and naive I naturally assumed that part of bing an adult was that you had to eat with big silverware. Finally one day, being fed up with my little fork, I proudly told my parents I was tired of little silverware and I took mine back to the drawer and exchanged it for "BIG"silverware. I felt as proud as I could, and my parents just watched me like I was a moron,
I now eat with nothing but big forks!
Growing up a picky eater, my mother told me if I didn't eat more vegetables and things like that I would be a midget when I "grew-up", as she pointed a little person to me in a supermarket. Needless to say, it freaked me out, but I'm still a picky eater and fully grown.
ok so when i was a young girl i always believed that when my shoes outgrew me, i would always think that my shoes were shrinking instesd of me growing! how stupid!
I thought that when you turned 18 you were given a million dollars that, for some reason, never got spent. All adults had a million dollars, which led me to think my parents were quite mean for not getting me more toys.
I used to believe that when you grew up, nothing scared you anymore.
When I was small, I used to believe that adults knew everything and never made mistakes. Now that I am one, I know better, but I am reminded of my own thoughts as I look into the innocent eyes of my three-year-old grandson.
When I was about 7, I was riding in a car with my grandmother and a Temptations song came on the radio. I told her 'you know this song', and she said 'No I don't recognize it'. I was sure she was lying to me because she was old and so was the song. It took me several years to grasp the idea of the generation gap, and that the Temptations were popular when my parents were teenagers.
When I was a child, I thought that grown-ups were adult.
I used to believe that adults were incapable of crying.
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