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I used to believe that you chose what ethnicity you wanted to be when you grew up. I'm white, and when I was little I wanted to grow up to be Asian. I was really disappointed when I found out I'd always be a white girl!
I believed that when you lied, a silver screwdriver would shoot out of Heaven and unscrew your bellybutton and your BUTT would FALL OFF, and you’d be SHOWN to be a liar!
How did I come up with that one? I didn’t– MOM told me that, and I believed her. Asked when I was grown up why she told me that, and she said, “Well, Suzi, whenever you were trying to lie to me, the first thing you did was cover your stomach”. Yup, my Mom!
I used to believe that when you got married (a woman), you had to change your FIRST name. I spent hours agonizing over that and trying to come up with a new first name I liked...because I love my own name so much. LOL.
I used to believe that people only grew, physically and in age, on their birthday.
When I was very young I thought my mom and dad were actually named "Mom" and "Dad"! I think once I even called where my Dad worked asking to talk to "Dad" and got mad when they didn't know who I meant!
When I was little my best friend was a girl named Ryan, and she was the only Ryan I knew, so when I met a boy named Ryan in first grade I told him it was a girl's name, and for the whole year I thought he was lying about his name being Ryan because it was obviously a girl name.
For a while I thought a homeless person was just someone whose house had burned down, but they still looked like everyone else and, like, wore a business suit and went to work every day. I was really scared our house would burn down and we would have to be homeless forever, even though my dad was rich. (I never made the connection that we could probably just buy another house, or at least go live with someone we knew.)
I covered for my brother because he would come back late. After that my mother she told me something that makes me scare because I used to believe her when she said “the devil is coming to your dream.”
Since my mother didn't change her last name when she got married, I didn't realize that other people did when I was five. There were two teachers at my elementary school who were married to each other, and so had the same last name. I thought this meant they were related to each other.
My sisters friend believes that when you become a grown up, you get your grown up name. One day she was talking to her mum and asked "what is my name going to be when i grown up? and what was your name when you were a little girl?"
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