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My cousin told me when I was 6 that Chuckie from Chuckie Cheese's was evil and wanted to eat me. On my Birthday we went there and my mom wanted me to take a pic w/ Chuckie. He had to chasew me around the whole place and I have oit all on video! My cousin got a kick out of it.
When I was in grade school, we moved in to a new house. About 5 miles away was a mall & on the big sign outside of the mall where they would put "messages" or sales they had HAPPY BIRTHDAY on it just before my birthday. My family decided it was "cute" to tell me that they had it done for ME!!! It turns out that the mall had been put up around my birthday 8) ! Imagine how disappointed I was when I found out it was the malls birthday & NOT mine they were referring to!
It wasn't until later in life that I found out that not everyone had a birthday bird who delivered the gifts to their home on their birthday.
When I was in kindergarten or first grade there was a girl who had the same birthday as me. She looked liked I did, our teachers even confused us. So I assumed that everbody who had the same birthday looked alike. It wasn't until I met my aunt's friend who had her birthday but looked nothing like her that I realized I was wrong.
I thought when I was four that a year was the same as a day. And then when I found out I had a birthday once every year, I was ecstatic, and I thought that logically, at some point every day, it was my birthday. When my real birthday came, my fifth one, I began crying when there were only five candles on my cake. I kept saying that I 'should be thirty-two by now!'
my daughter asked me how old you have to be to smoke. i told her 16. so later she said, can i be 16 on my next birthday?
My birthday is on July 4th and, when I was little we always went to the park and had a picknic. Everyone including myself had fireworks back then and, all celebrated at the same time. Until I was about 6 years old I thought every one else was celebrating my birthday with me. What a disappointment when I found out the truth.
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!*
My brother's birthday falls on Memorial Day weekend. When we were little, we lived on the main street and the Shriners would have a parade that weekend, but I always thought the parade was for his birthday!
When my brothers and I were young our Father whos birthday is on 26th January used to tell us all the fireworks and celebrations were for his birthday. I remember at school being asked what we did on Australia Day? I replyed "Don't you mean Dads Birthday" I was devestated to find out that not everyboby was celebrating my Dads birthday.
I used to think you grew a certain amount on your Birthday, you ONLY grew on your birthday, and on your birthday all your clothes would also grow however much you grew so they would still fit.
I remember my mum saying I had grown out of some clothes quite a few times, and this used to puzzle me. Eventually I decided they had grown like me, just not enough for me to fit into them any more.
I was a weird kid - still kinda am!
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.
My birthday is on March 31st. When I told my best friend, she immediatly said, "There is no March 31st. March only goes up to 30." I spent a long time wondering if either my mother lied to me or if someone made me up.
i used to think that if i didn't celebrate my birthday each year my younger sister would catch up with me
My father's birthday is on the 4th of July and when I was young, I used to think all the fireworks and celebrations were to celebrate his birthday. It made sense to me because my dad was so special. :-)
Learning that the whole city wasn't celebrating my dad's birthday was a bigger shock than learning that ...you know...Santa Claus thing.
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.
My mum told me one evening when I was about 5 that I couldn't go to bed in my birthday suit.
It had just been my birthday and she had bought me the most wonderful teddy bear all in one nightsuit.
I cried all night cos I couldn't understand why she bought it if I couldn't wear it to bed.
At around age 6 or 7, I asked my parents about leap year... They gave me some fake explanation, and then proceded to screw with my head by telling me all about "Leap Birthdays"... They told me that once in a person's life time, you get to take a leap-birthday. By doing so, you got twice as many gifts, but none the following year. They also noted that people usually save their leap-birthday for when they turned 16 or 18, in an effort to obtain a car. Keep in mind it was only a couple weeks away from *my* birthday.
About a week later, I approached them... "Mom, Dad, I've given it a lot of thought...and I've decided to take my leap birthday this year. There's a lot of gifts I want this year, so I think it'll work out."
My parents didn't stop laughing for quite some time...
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 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
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