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My brother and I are a year and a half apart....So on either of our birthdays the other of us would be our age and a half. Then when i went to school i used to tell other kids that they couldnt be "7 1/2" untill their brother or sisters birthday. haha
I was born on the fourth of July, and naturally I loved seeing the fireworks every year. From the time I could talk until I was about six, I believed that the fireworks were all for me. People from all over the place would come to celebrate my birthday! My father told me this, and soon I realized that it was America's birthday, too. But I haven't missed a fireworks show yet, and I'm still my mom's firecracker baby!*
When I was about 4, and my sister was around 3, we were discussing christmas. It must have been pretty close, because we were getting very excited and discussing how many days were left. My mother heard us talking and said off-handedly that she hoped it didn't get skipped this year. We naturally asked what she meant, and she said, "Didn't you ever notice how sometimes when you wake up after going to bed on Wednesday, you wake up and it's Friday? Sometimes days just don't happen, and you can't get them back. It's really a shame when it happens on Christmas or someone's birthday." Well this was a revelation to us both (needless to say) and we anxiously held our breaths until Christmas was safely past. My mother forgot to tell us she had been kidding, and for several birthdays, Christmases, Halloweens, etc, the two of us worried if it would happen this time. It never did, and we eventually forgot the incident, only to remember it again and know it was all a joke at our expense.
I have a twin bro, so when i was a young'un i thought since i have his same birthday (duh) it wasn't MY birthday, it did not belong to me at all.
My birthday and Paul McCartney's birthday are both on June 18th. For a while I thought he was talking about me when he sang "It's my birthday too, yeah". I felt very special.
I was born on my sister's second birthday. For years, when either of us went to a friend's birthday party, we could not understand why THEIR siblings weren't also celebrating a birthday!
We had assumed that all siblings were born on the same day.
For a while - approximately when I was between five and nine years old - I was only to invite as many friends for my birthday party as I was old, i.e. six guests for my sixth birthday and so on. Since I was never the kind of person who has a million friends, that was reasonable and probably added to the ceremonial feel of my birthday, making me enjoy it more. I did wonder, however, where in the world I was going to find, say, 23 friends worth inviting for my 23rd birthday, and I thought that maybe part of why I couldn't remember a lot about the early parts of my life was that it simply wasn't worth it - what good is a birthday party with two guests?
As a 4 year old kid, I was always dissapointed to beleive that my cousins were older than my after only 5,10,12 months etc.
My birthday is in the middle of July, around the time of the British Grand Prix which takes place near the English village of Silverstone, occasionally my birthday fell upon the same day as the race. I knew that Silverstone was quite near to where we lived, but just how close was a mystery. Anyhow, each year the flying diaplay team the Red Arrows would fly around the area with their trails of smoke leaving pretty patterns in the sky, and my loving parents declared to me that they had organised the display in honour of my birthday. This made feel very special, as I was little. It wasn't until we moved to Silverstone, 4 miles down the road, in 1993 when i was 7 that I realised that my mother and father were compulsive liars and that the Red Arrows had nothing to do with my birthday, but were in actual fact to celebrate the British GP. They even drew hearts in the sky to "show you how much we love you". I'm 16 now, and more ignorant than naive.
When I had my 4th Birthday party for some strange reason, I thought the gifts the guests brought were'nt for me,but for them. It got really confusing when a boy gave me a doll as a present!
My mother wanted me to skip junior kindergarden so she lied about my birthday. My "school" birthday was in December and my real "secret" birthday was in February. I thought this was the coolest thing cuz I had to keep this big secret which made me kinda like a spy.
I used to think that I could meet famous people by inviting them to my birthday parties...
My sister is not quite two years older than I. For most months during the year, there are two years between us, but after I have a birthday, there is only one (at least in number). I used to believe that I was gaining on her and would one day catch her and then be older.
When I was in second grade, my teacher was teaching us the months of the year by using the rhyme "30 days hath September, April, June, and November..." However, she kept saying "...MAY, June, and November..." My birthday happens to be May 31, and I spent several days believing that I had never been born.
I was born on Halloween, and until I was about 10 or 11 I used to believe that the costumes, trick or treating, parade, etc. were all in honor of ME.
I was born at exactly 9 o'clock at night, the time "dallas" used to come on tv (at least I think it was dallas). On my 5th birthday, I put on a pair of fuzzy slippers and stood in front of the TV. Dallas came on, but nothing happened and I started to cry. I thought that you only grew on the day and at the time you were born, so when I didn't feel my feet grow in the fuzzy slippers I thought I didn't grow that year. My mother just laughed and said "I TOLD you you need to drink your milk!"
I believed that there was an actual number inside you, somewhere near your stomach, that would change on your birthday. I swear I could feel it "changing" when I woke up on my birthday.
when i was little i believed that your social security number was the number you were born on the earth
I was born on Halloween, and up until I was eight or so, I thougt the whole holiday was just a celebration of my birthday.
Up until I found this site, I also used to think that I was the only vain little kid who ever thought something like this too. I feel much better now. :P
iwas told that if u cry on your birthday you would not get any bigger 4 a whole year
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