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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
I used to believe that you grew on your birthday. On my 5th birthday I was inconsolable at bedtime because I wasn't any taller than when I woke up.
My earliest memory is the night befor emy third birthday. Naturally, I was very excited at turning three(!) and had butterflies in my stomach. I believed that feeling was because I had a big two inside my belly and, overnight, it was slowly changing into a three! Why? I have no idea!
I had my birthday party at an aquarium when I was 5. While we were eating our lunch, a worker came along with someone dressed up as the mascot "Sammy the Seal". She asked me when my birthday was and surprise surprise, that was Sammy's too! Obviously, this was an out and out lie, but being 5 and terrified, I just accepted it.
I never thought about questioning it until I was 15. Why??
My birthday is on Guy Fawke's night and for years I thought that all the neighbourhood let off fireworks to celebrate my birthday.
Until i was about 11 i thought you were supposed to be born on your mum's birthday if you're a girl and your dad's if you were a boy. i thought my brother had been born 5 months late!
When I was 4 I believed that My birthday was like any other holliday, meaning that I believed everyone celebrated it. I had a birthday party, and when guests arrived, and they wished me "Happy Birthday", I would say "Happy Birthday to you too!"
I used to believe that on my birthday I was the boss for the day and everyone had to obey me.
My brother would believe that someday I would catch up to him in age! He would be so angry with me on my birthday, because he thought that meant I would catch up to him and pass him and then I would be older than him!
He was 3 yrs older than me. My birthday came a few months BEFORE his. So, I would turn a year older, but he would still be the same age. I would turn 4 and he would still be 6 yrs old. He didn't realize that in just a few months he would be 7 yrs old and all would be right with the world...until my next birthday! ROFL
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