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when i was a little girl, i believed that when i hit puberty i would grow a penis and become a man. when people asked me what i was going to be when i grew up, that's what i said: a man. never happened, thank goodness. :)
I thought that, because I was losing my baby teeth and getting bigger teeth, that the older you got, the bigger teeth you got. I had trouble imagining my grandma's teeth because I thought they were supposed to be really big.
When i was young i thouhgt that grown~ups were always awakes
When I was 7 or 8 I believed that when you became 13 no-one would talk to you because it was an unlucky number!
My former brother in law (he was about 8) used to think that African-Americans were white people that had grown old. He thought that everyone turned black when they got older.
I used to think up until I was about 6, that you stayed a kid forever, and that adults were always adults and were never kids. It wasn't until one day I heard my mom say something along the lines of when she was a kid. I asked, Wow! You were a kid too? lol I was shocked.
When I was a kid, about 5 years old I used to believe that once upon a time I was a grown up girl becamed a little girl. I always use to say to my older sister,"When I was a big girl...".
I was convinced that the wrinkles on an adults forehead meant intelligence. The more wrinkles the smarter the person.
When i was little my mom used to say to all her adult friends that when kids turn 14 that they should just lock them in their rooms until they're 21. (this statement was based on my sister who is 15 years older than i am) anyway when i was really little i was so scared to turn 14 because i was scared to be locked in my room until i was 21.
When I was a kid, I thought that when I became an adult I would be able to fly. I really looked forward to it and am still disappointed that it turned out to be untrue.
I used to believe that when I got to a certain age, my older brother would 'turn small' and I would be able to be the older sibling. I believed that this cycle would last forever.
when i found out "The Truth" about the easter bunny, tooth fairy etc. I lost all faith in my parents and thought my mom was probably a cat burglar by trade and everything i knew was wrong, the moon landing was a hoax, etc.
I believed that having a lot of keys was a definite sign that you were a grown-up, because both my parents had big key holders with a lot of keys, and I only had my one house key and a very big key tag.
I used to think that the older you got, the taller you got. My father once mentions a 100-year-old woman that he once met, and I had this mental image of woman who towered over my dad. She didn't look elderly in my mind, just really, really tall.
Growing up it seemed like my feet grew one size a year. I was convinced that my feet were going to keep growing until they were too big to fit into shoes.
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 think that if you held your breath when you were young you could save those few breaths you would have taken but didn't and then use them on your death bed and and add seconds, even days to your life. I had a plan to hold my breath every day for a few minutes so that by the time I was old I would have gained myself at least a month of extra living-time.
Growing up with 3 older brothers, I thought that people never stopped growing. I thought the older you got, the taller you got. When I found out my grandparents were visiting, I asked how old they were so I could imagine how tall they'd be. I was really surprised when they were both shorter than my Dad.
I used to think that when I was as old as my big brother, I would be a boy too. :)
When I was about three years old my dad said that he was ten years old and I believed him.
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