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My twin sister and I are the only children in our family. I used to believe that our birthday was a holiday, like Christmas or Easter because everyone around us seemed to celebrate it. It wasn't until we went to preschool and someone brought in birthday treats on the "wrong" day that I was corrected.
My parents never liked to celebrated their own birthdays and I assumed that only children's birthday parties had candies and cake. So I assumed that grown-ups didn't grow up anymore because they didn't eat sweets on their birthdays while kids ate cakes and everything and grew taller/bigger overnight.
For some reason my parents used to celebrate my "half birthday" (I was an only child). Since my birthday is September 17 then my "half b-day" is March 17, St. Patrick's Day. As a child I didn't understand that everyone's half birthday fell exactly 6 months from their actual birthday. I thought St. Patrick's Day was EVERYBODY'S half birthday and that was why we celebrated it!
My date of birth was July 6th; two days after America celebrates "Independence Day" on the fourth. Historically, my parents would combine the two holidays and celebrate them both on the fourth because my parents were off work on that day. Typically, we'd have the traditional Birthday Dinner & Cake and then attend a fireworks demonstration. When I was a child, I believed that they were sending up the fireworks just for me because it was my birthday! It was a real shocker when I matured and discovered that they weren't! But .... to this day, there isn't a fireworks display on the 4th of July that I'll miss. And, I'll allow myself to become completely ensconced in the experience and feel that wonder and awe that I did back then. I have always retained a bit of that childlike wonder within me, and it serves me well in life!
My birthday is on February 4th. When I was three years old, I thought that because I was turning 4 on the 4th, I would turn 5 on the 5th, 6 on the 6th, and so on and so forth. I wondered what would happen when I turned 28, though, until someone, I think my sister, explained...
My birthday is November 11 - Veteran's Day. My mother's birthday is May 13, which inevitably falls on or near Mother's Day; my father's is on June 15 -- near Father's Day. When I was very small, I used to get upset that the city would put up flags in the park on my birthday but not on my parent's.
I used to beleive that no-one was born on the same day of the year. i was 4 when my cousin was born on my birthday, i thought that i would have to die because someone was born on my birthday and that there could only be one person born on that day!
I use to think that your parents decided wether or not you were a boy or girl and when your birthday would be , I didn't know that the day you were born would be your birthday
i thought that when it was your birthday you grow and then you didn't grow until a years time.
This girl in my class, at finding out that I was turning six, told me that if I died when I was six, I would go to hell because six was the devil's number.
I was born on July 2nd and because my family would all get together on the 4th, we would celebrate my birthday then. Every year we would end the day watching fireworks, and so for years I believed that the fireworks were my birthday present from God!
My sister's birthday is July 5th. I used to get jealous because I thought the world was celebrating her birthday with fireworks and I got nothing on my birthday.
When I was about 6, one of the boys in my class told me that his older sister was turning 7. I got seriously confused because I knew his sister, and she was ALREADY 7 and couldn't understand why you got two 7th birthdays. So I asked him why, and he said it was because thats the law. Later on I asked my mom when my second 7th birthday was...she just looked at me like I was insane and told me to finish my dinner.
Someone I know (honest!) has his birthday on December 25
and spent a long time believing he was actually Jeseus.
When i was about five years old i used to think that on every birthday you grow like 5 feet taller and when i was like 3 years old i thought that your birthday means your going to die and be born again
I think I believed that on your birthday you didn't turn a year older until your birthday party but this was disproved on my fifth birthday and my mom was rambling about me being five but I said "No I'm still four" because my party wasn't until later that night and my mom said "No you're five."
I used to think that you could have your birthday any time you wanted, and that people just chose to have their birthdays once a year. I wanted to have my birthday once a day instead of once a year. Many mornings I would get up and announce to my family that today was my birthday.
My sister was a year older than me. At some point (probably when I was 3, she 4), I told my mom that I wouldn't wait until next year, when I would get a chance to be a girl and see what it was like.
When I was around 5 or so I believed that your parents picked your birthday. I even asked my dad why they picked July 23rd as my birthday.
I used to believe that everybody had a separate date for their birthday and their birthday party. I would go around telling the neighbors " My birthday's march 7 and my party is march 9"
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