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My friend thought it was SO WIERD that he was born on his birthday when I told him he was.
when I was much younger (I'm 21 now) I went through a short phase when I thought everybody had a birthday every month rather than once a year. I have no clue where I got the idea.
When I was turning 3 my Birthday party was actually the day before my real birthday but i thought that you turned older when you had your birthday party so all through the day i asked my dad "am i 3 yet?"
i thought that everyone's birthday was the day after their acutal birthday ever since i went to a birthday party in preschool. My friend had his party a day before his birthday (which i wasn't aware of) and everyone told me that he was turning 5 tomorrow. For about the next 5 years i thought this same exact way...lol...
Someone I know thought that your favorite number has to be the same as your age, so on your birthday your favorite number is different.
When I was in first grade I told this one girl that it was my half birthday (birthday plus six months). She told me that if you pay attention to half birthdays you'll always be shorter. I was horrified, because she was so much taller than I was!
when I was younger(5-8) I used to think that my birthday was a holiday, while in fact the days off from school we had was MLK Jr. Day, by birthday almost always fell on it. MLK Jr. Day will fall on my birthday in 2005 also.
My name is Erin, my birthday is shortly before St. Patrick's day, and I grew up in an area with a large Irish population. For a few years, I thought all the "Erin Go Bragh" signs in store windows etc. were for me! I couldn't figure out why they said "Go Bragh" instead of "Happy Birthday" or something like that though (I could read pretty well).
I used to believe, bizarrely, that everyone had a different birthday. Eg. because I had 'bagsyed' Sept 11th, no-one else had it.
This was very stupid of me because I knew how many days there were in a year, and that there were millions more people than that in the world.
Still, I believed it.
Once, my Dad told me that you werent a year older untill you ate your birthday cake when I refused to eat it one year!
I used to tell my little brother that, because his star sign was Cancer, that when he turned a certain age (his next birthday usually) that he would get Cancer and die...not the funniest of jokes now I come to think about it...I also used to tell him he'd turn into a girl as we are all born boys, but turn female at some random birthday when "it" falls off!
My name is Brittany, when I was little i could sorta tell when my name looked like written, however being 4, I didnt know exactly how to spell it. When my biorthday rolled around I thought the cake said Happy Brittany Brittany.
When I was six or eight I had just finished shopping with my mom and older brother. We were walking in the parking lot to our car, disscussing our astro signs. I, with my vast knowledge of astrology, knowing my sign, I proudly declared, "I'm a virgin!" ... It took me a year or so to find out why they were laughing so hard.
I used to be convinced that, because my brother and I both have our birthday in August, all siblings were born in the same month.
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.
(This one is really odd, you have to know, this was after watching the movie the 13th year 5 times) I thought that I would turn into a mermaid on my 13th birthday and seeing as I am 14, my inner child is still depressed about it.
Incidentally, the first time I was ever truly aware of the concept of a birth date was the year I was turning five. My birthday's on december 5th, so I assumed that next year it would be on december 6th to correspond to my age. I couldn't figure out what happened after age 31...
I used to think that no one had a birthday in January, because it was the beginning of the year.
I believed their was an Indian girl that lived in Canada that had the same birthday as me and was the same age as me, and it was really her in the picture on the birthday card she sent me. Coincidently, my grandfather used to tell be bedtime stories about an Indian girl. Hmm. Unfortunatly, I was a very skeptical child, and soon figured out that my grandfather had bought a birthday card for me while he was in Canada, and written me a letter as if he were the girl. Hence it was in his handwriting. I couldn't have been more than 6.
I remember when I was five, I stood anxiously at the bottom of the stairs on my sister's third birthday waiting for her to wake up and come downstairs. Since I usually couldn't have cared less about my sister, my mom asked me why I was so anxious to see her. I replied, "I want to see how much older she looks now that she's three!"
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