grown-ups

I used to believe that all grown-ups had an alcoholic drink when they got home from work. My parents used to watch Dallas and Dynasty and the first thing that people did when they got home was fix themselves drinks from their bar

I used to believe…

My big sister once told me that I was purchased by my parents at a K-Mart store on a blue light special. I believed that for a couple years until I brought it up to my mom one day. She set me straight after laughing hysterically.

I used to believe…

When I was a kid, about 5 years old I used to believe that once upon a time I was a grown up girl becamed a little girl. I always use to say to my older sister,"When I was a big girl...".

I used to believe…

that as I grew up, my parents would "grown down," then I would be the Mom and Mom would be my child.

I used to believe…

My Grandfather was the "biggest" kid I knew. He used to tell us stories that as kids we would believe every word he said. For example, one story he told us was that years ago he "won" the lottery and that he felt sorry for them and they would not have any more money, so he gave it all back. I think I believed that story until I was about 10 years old!!!

I grew up in a city where immigrants settled decades before. As a child I thought that to grow old meant that you would lose your ability to speak English, as all the elderly people around only spoke Italian.

i used to believe that i would automatically know how to do things as i got older. for example: "when i turn 10, i'm going to know how to ride a bike." like i wouldn't have to learn how, but would just wake up on my tenth birthday and know how.

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When I'd ask my dad what he did at work, he'd say he "made money." So for a long time, I thought he carved out Lincoln's head on the pennies and used a machine to cut up the dollar bills.

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After watching an episode of Jackanory, I was convinced one of my elder brothers was an alien. I used to watch him all the time for any tell-tale signs.....I'm still not sure after 30 years !

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My grandfather was missing his thumb on the right hand due to an accident that happened when he used to work in the oil fields. Even though we had been very close from the time I was born, I never noticed this until I was 5 years old, so well had he adapted to using his maimed hand. I noticed it suddenly one day while watching him use a typewriter in his office. The very next day, he had to leave the upper plate of his dentures overnight at his dentist's for repair. I decided that the thumb also was removeable and that this was a normal part of becoming an adult; your body parts would be replaced by larger, detachable ones.

I used to think that when I was in the bathroom my parents would take off their skin and just sit around as skelletons. This only slightly disturbed me, but never affected how long I stayed in there. I also never considered how they knew when I was about to come out and to put their skin back on. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who had similar thoughts

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When I was little my aunt and uncle(mom's bro.)got divorced. I asked my uncle if it was his "x"-wife because she "didn't work out". I thought it was like something on a list--you're done with it so you cross it out.

I didn't undrestand why my mother would say that something was too expensive. When you need money you go to the bank and pick some up, right? Right? RIGHT?
Later I decided that the best work was probably being a cashier at a grocery store, I assumed they got to take the money they collected as payment for food home at the end of the day.

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When I was younger, I beleived that you carried on growing forever, until you died. I drew (and probably still have) pictures where I am old and a tall as buildings.

I used to believe that everyone's father was a scary, mean man like mine, so I was extra careful to keep my distance from everyone else's father, too.

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My sister, the youngest in the family, believed she was adopted until she was about 16. Because she was the only fair-haired, fair-skinned, blue-eyed person in a family of all dark, my brother and I had easily convinced her that she had different parents than we had.

When I found out she had believed it until 16, I asked her what finally tipped her off? She realized that no one with two small children, the youngest only 1 1/2, would adopt another one, then make up elaborate stories about the pregnancy, delivery, etc.