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When I was about seven, I put some of my mother's clothes on as a joke, but when Dad called me by her name, I freaked out because I thought that he really did think I was her!
I used to believe that the little figurines of the bride and groom on top of a wedding cake were required to look, in exact detail, like the actual bride and groom that were getting married. I also imagined that if you looked closely enough you might see that the figurines themselves had their own tiny wedding cake complete with still tinier figurines on top of it, who in turn would have a yet tinier wedding cake the size of a speck of dust, with molecule-sized figurines... on into infinity.
When I was a child I used to belive that my father had forever been a 40 years old man.
When I was in kindergarten, my teachers occasionally mentioned Mr. Mont, the school principal. A good ways into the year, we were told Mr. Mont was dropping by the classroom for a visit. And so he did, but imagine my disappointment when he turned out to be a human... since, for some strange reason, I'd been expecting a kangaroo. I'll never know why, but up until the point I actually saw him in person, every mention of Mr. Mont conjured up the mental image of a real, live kangaroo who was led around the school on a leash.
When I was a child I used to believe that if you wrote a letter to the stork you would have a sister or a brother.
As a kid I believed that in wedding anniversaries, the husband and wife do the same wedding process to confirm how many years they'd been married. Like, they'd re-enact their wedding to know how many years they have been married. So when I came up with that, it was only a few days until my parents' wedding anniversary, and I was excited to be a flower girl or bridesmaid. But I was disappointed when I found out it's not what I expected it to be. But a few days later, my cousin got married and I was a flower girl, so I was happy.
I used to believe that when you were fired, you were shot.
My birthday was on a different day every year, assigned by my parents
I know this one is very common, but I'm gonna submit it anyway. I, like many of us, used to believe that stupid little kids were the only kind of little kids that existed. We all used to believe that at some point. I mean when you see an anonymous 5-year-old throwing a tantrum, or an anonymous 5-year-old doing bawling, or an anonymous 5-year-old whining, of course you're gonna believe that stupid little kids are the only kind that exist.
I used to believe that flicking lights on and off in a room would still the fire department sent to my house.