grown-ups

I used to think my grandma named my mom "Mom" and my other grandmas named my dad "Dad" and I always wondered how they knew their children were going to have kids one day! Suppose they didnt? Wouldnt it sound kind of weird?

I used to believe…

When I was around 5 years old, my older brother would make fun of me a lot and I hated the fact that he was older then me. So I told him that in some point in my life I would be older then him and he couldn't make fun of me anymore.

I used to believe…

When I was four, My father would tell me that John Wayne was his father every time there was a John Wayne film on television. Consequently I believed that John Wayne was my grandfather until I was 8

I used to believe…

When I was little my older sister had me convinced that Mum and Dad had picked me up at the op-shop because they felt sorry for me. Every time we went past the op-shop she told me I was going home

I used to think that when you turned 20 you were "officially" an adult. That meant you had to graduate college, get married and have a baby all that year. I'm 21 now and extremely thankful that I was mistaken

I used to believe…

When I was really little my sister told me I was adopted, that my parents weren't really my parents. So I would call them by their real name instead of Mom and Dad. As much as they tried to tell me I wasn't I still believed my sister.

I used to believe (and worry about it) thatI would grow up overnight, from a child to an adult, and wake up and my clothes would not fit me anymore, and I would have to go shopping naked for new clothes.

I used to think EVERY mom and dad was named Nellie and Roy and that was for EVERY parent.

I used to believe that my grandad was Al Jolson. And that my uncle was Rod Stewart. Basically I got confused between my family liking people and actually being them.

I used to believe…

When I was a kid I used to beleive that adults don't lie.
It still surprises me to realize that adults lie so much more the kids do.
Kind of sad...

I used to believe…

Once when I was very little, I told an older cousin that I wanted to marry my brother when I grew up. I believed I could do this -- I didn't know anything about incest at the time. When my cousin told me that I couldn't marry my brother because we were part of the same family, I yelled, "Shows what you know! My mommy and daddy are married, and THEY'RE part of our family, too!"

I used to believe…

When I was very young, my big brother used to tell me that we had a sister living in Russia. I used to get so mad at him when he'd bring up "Svetlana" because I wanted to be our family's only girl child! He used to pretend to call her on the phone & have conversations with her & everything. I hated Svetlana! My brother somehow even got our mother to play along, too! I forget Svetlana's reasons for being in Russia as opposed to being in America with the rest of the family...boarding school, perhaps?

I used to believe…

After watching snow white and the seven dwarves (Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it�s off to work we go�), my sister, aged 2-3, developed some strange ideas about my father, who was a teacher at the time. Each day mom dropped him off at the school and he walked in with a briefcase. In my sister�s mind, he walked in to the school and produced a screw-together pick from his briefcase and started mining. That�s what �work� was, according to Disney and according to my sister.

I used to believe that being a bride was something I could be when I grew up because during career day with my sixth grade buddy when I was in Kindergarten I told her that that's what I wanted to be. She told me that I couldn't be that because everyone gets to be a bride.

I used to believe…

When I was about 7 or 8 my grandmother got divorced. I used to watch Happy Days a lot at that point so one day I went up to my grandmother and told her she was "Hot to Trot". She wasn't impressed. I had NO idea what it really meant or why she was mad at me.

I used to believe…

Once we (my siblings and I) were baby-sitting a very young boy who had just discovered that his parents have "real" names, and that "Mommy" and "Daddy" are more like titles. Sharing his pride at his discovery, we asked him what his Daddy's real name is. He said "Brian." Then we asked him what his Mommy's real name is. He said "Honey." (Her name is Marion.) We thought this was very cute!