When my mom was little--six or seven--she had a friend of the same age. My family is Armenian, and my mom's friend is a Wonderbread American girl.
So, at dinner one night, my mom's friend asked her parents,
"Mom, Dad, if Vicky is OUR-menian, are we HER-menian?"
Forty five years later, she still loves that story.
A childhood belief about nationalities
others believed things like this
- My friend's mom told my friend's little sister thatI when a dog died, it went to a retirement home.— ellen
- When I was little, my dad had a friend named Scott. I thought my dad's friend was the king of Scotland— Uhhh....
- i used to believe that edward scissorhands lived in our family friend's attic.Anon
- When I was about 6 or 7, I had an imaginary friend, who left for ice-cream one night. He never returned.— His name was Jimmy
- When I was 5, I argued with a friend because I thought I never have been 3 years oldAnon
- When I was around seven years-old, my friend and I put a rock in a microwave and thought it would melt.— Lars