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A childhood belief about family

When I was little and I asked my mom what year she was born in, she would consistently and earnestly answer 1961. My dad was born in 1950, and was forthcoming about it. For some reason, I mentally created two categories of grown-ups: "Young" (born 1950 or later) and "Old" (born anytime before 1950), and I was thrilled that both my parents were "young." Imagine my horror when my mom started telling me the real year she was born: 1948. I was probably 8 or 9 by then, and I refused to believe her for at least two more years until I was doing a family tree for school and I demanded she tell me the truth so I could get a good grade. Oddly enough, she's a high school teacher and most of her students refuse to believe she's in her 50s, so maybe it's not just me!

— Any woman who lies about her age would love to have me as a daughter

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