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I used to believe Martin Luther King chose your birthday.
my birthday is the traditional Memorial Day (May 30). My father told me people put out their flags because it was my birthday. I believed it until I was about 10!
I used to believe that the queen lived in a retirement housing estate about 5 minutes away from my house.
This is because, on the way to school oneday when I was 5, we went past estate and a big banner saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN ELIZIBETH" hung from bungalow to bungalow.
On my birthday party we had had a "happy birthday Claire" banner hung on the window so that my friends could find my house for the party.
I then realised that the queen OBVIOUSLY lived in one of them bungalows, and today she was having a party with all her friends.
I had an image in my head of the queen and all her posh old lady friends drinking cherryade, eating cake and playing games like pin the tail on the donkey!
I used to think that my sign (cancer) was named after the disease. One day when I was probably in 5th grade my friend and her Mom were talking about their signs and they asked what mine was. I said Cancer...I don't like mine because it's the only bad one, why is mine a disease and yours is a scorpion?
When I was little (before school) I would insist that my birthday was Remember 2nd because I knew that was a word and I thought November was a word my family made up to trick me, since they would laugh every time they asked and corrected me.
My twin sister and I are the only children in our family. I used to believe that our birthday was a holiday, like Christmas or Easter because everyone around us seemed to celebrate it. It wasn't until we went to preschool and someone brought in birthday treats on the "wrong" day that I was corrected.
When I was little I thought that whatever was on the birthday card was the gift you were going to get - like if there was a duck on the card I thought I was going to get a duck for my birthday. I was always, always disappointed - especially if there was a pony on the card.
when I was little I thought that the army base open-house that happened each year was Smokey the Bear's birthday party (he promotes fire safety in commercials), there would be kids games and sometimes cake. I thought he just really liked tanks and so went for an army theme, and being a celebrity he could afford to go all out. It was such a big place that I didn't find it that strange if I could go for the whole event and not see him.
I didn't realize the truth until I was in my late teens reminiscing with my parents about how I used to love going to Smokey's birthday... they were a little confused.
When my brother was born on my 3rd birthday, I thought he was my birthday present. I ran around saying he was mine, he was my present.
Years later I asked my mom if I could return him and she told me there were no refunds, the store was closed.
My sister told me that since I was a Scorpio, I would turn into a scorpion on my 21st Birthday. Currently, I'm 20 and my birthday is only 2 months away and I'm still a little scared! :)
I used to believe that EVERYONE got a car on their 16th birthday.
I used to believe that my birthday was celebrated on the 22nd of every month... I actually expected presents! When I didn't get any, I thought my parents had forgotten, and I would wait for the next month!
When I was little everytime I made a wish on a birthday cake or dandelion, I wished that I would turn into a magical lion. I wouldn't settle for any ordinary lion, nope, I wanted to be a magical one. I was so upset when I didn't turn into one, like my birthday cake ripped me off or something.
i got angry because i thought the prince of norway and i had the same birth date.. and when our king at that time died, and his son (now our king, and father to the prince of norway above) got king- i saw on tv that the prince suddenly got an age of 25 or so.. i thought it was unfair..
I used to believe that you could change your date of birth to whenever you wanted it.
When i was about 11 i think we bought my uncle a rock CD for his birthday. On the front it "Comes with a free air guitar". I got stressed out when he opened it and it didn't spring out like a baloon! lol
My birthday always falls in the same week as Martin Luther King day, often within a day of it. Since my dad had a government job he always had the day off. I naturally assumed that he got to spend the day at home because of my birthday!
I thought that when a child turned nine they were presented with a mini airplane so they could fly over other peoples houses and spy on them. On my ninth birthday I asked my mom where my airplane was, needless to say all of my spying dreams were crushed.
I used to think that no one had a birthday in January, because it was the beginning of the year.
My best friend growing up was born on her grandpa's birthday which was very ironic to me because she had 1/365 chance to be born on that day. Thus I came to the conclusion she was adopted as a birthday present for her grandpa and I managed to convice her of the same. A few years later I discovered that my due date was on my grandpa's birthday, but I happened to be two days late. I was quite embarassed of my mistake.
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