On my ninth birthday, I was eating cake in the kitchen with my friends when my mom asked me to come outside for a minute. As soon as I got out the door, I was astonished to see a real live pony standing in the street in front of my house. I actually believed for a whole two seconds that my parents had gotten me a pony for my birthday. My very first thought was, "Oh! Where will we keep her? Maybe we could build a stable in the backyard and I could ride her to school and . . ."
My mom must've noticed the look on my face because she very quickly informed me that the pony was only rented for an hour. Oh well, we still had fun riding it and it was ALMOST a dream come true.
A childhood belief about general
others believed things like this
- I only found out last year that a pony is not a baby horse.— Mescaline Frumblethond
- I used to believe that on your birthday, you didn't advance to your next age until you ate your birthday cake.— Casi
- My parents have the same birthday -- month, day, and year. I though all mom's and dad's had the same birthday.— Cait
- I used to believe that all dessert was birthday cake.— David
- Up until I was almost 11, I thought that a birthday suit was a special outfit you wore only on your birthdayAnon
- I used to think that a birthday suit was a special outfit you wear on your birthday— Bri