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In second grade, my friend and I were very into the movie Grease. We thought that John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John and the other actors from Grease would hang out with us if my friend invited them to her birthday party. John actually wrote back and said that he wouldn't be able to make it, but he wished her a happy birthday!
When my sister was around 7 or 8 she was invited to a birthday party. The invitation stated "The fun begins at 5:30!"
On the day of the party, it was getting close to 5:30, and my sister complained to my dad, who was dropping her off at the party, "Daaaaad, it's 5:26, the fun's gonna begin in 4 minutes!!!" She believed that the fun literally started at exactly 5:30"
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!
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?
I was born on the fourth of July, so every year when towns would shoot of fireworks for independence day I would think that everyone was shooting fireworks off to celebrate my birthday.
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 a kid and my birthday was just around the corner, my mom told me that the hospital called and got my birth-year wrong, and that I was in fact a year younger than we thought. I cried for hours before I realized that she would know what year I was born, seeing as she was there.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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.
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