grown-ups

I believed that having a lot of keys was a definite sign that you were a grown-up, because both my parents had big key holders with a lot of keys, and I only had my one house key and a very big key tag.

I used to believe if you and an other person stepped with the same leg at the same that both of you were related. Apparantly I had a lot of relatives!

I used to believe that my grandmother was older than my grandfather because I knew that whoever is the oldest is always in charge. (In truth he was 5 years older)

I used to believe that adults were incapable of crying.

I used to believe…

Until I was well along in years I always thought our family was Irish because my dads birthday was March 17th

I used to believe…

Even into my twenties I did not know any marriage that had split up, let alone divorced. I thought God put an invisible sign on you that only one other person (your potential partner) could see, & you could see theirs! I met my husband 12,000 kilometres away in England.

I used to believe…

One of my best friends used to believe that my father was a privite investigator. Why? He had a handgun, of course. (It was an old six-shooter, kept in a display case.)

I used to believe…

My son had a belief that as soon as you owned shares, you automatically got your own desk and office and you'd be right for life! If only he knew then what he knows now!

I used to believe…

My dad had me convinced that I would turn into a boy when I turned twelve. By the time I did turn twelve, I was 99.99% convinced he was wrong-but I checked anyway.

I used to believe…

When I was little I used to think that when you were ready to get married you went to this big room and just picked the man you wanted. I always thought I would pick Dr. Kildare.

I used to believe that my mother was a robot. She would always know when I was doing something wrong, no matter how quiet I was!

I used to believe…

When my mom told me that I was born abroad because my father was posted to another country and that he had worked at the Canadian embassy there, I told everyone that my father was an ambassador. (My father was an office clerk). I thought that all people who worked at an embassy were ambassadors. My mother tried to set me straight, but I didn't really believe her. To me, my father was an ambassador!

I used to believe…

when i went to kindergarden my teacher asked the class "what does your daddy do when he goes to work"? i replied.."my daddy is a "Big Wheel". the teacher asked me to explain. i said.."yes...he works at Ford's and is a "big wheel" there". she said to go home and ask daddy again what he does...that was 43 years ago. and it is still joked about to this day. i was a daddy's girl, and i believed every thing he told me.

I used to believe…

This is about something my sister believed that I told her. She was always asking what would happen when she went through puberty. Well, I kept telling her and she wouldn't believe me. Finally I told her that when she grew up and went through puberty she would turn into a boy. This seemed to satisfy her and she believed it for several years. Then as she got older she began asking my mom to buy her boy's clothes. When my mom asked her why she told her what I had said. My mom told her the truth and now today she can't see why she ever believed me.

I used to believe…

My sisters are 11 and 13 years older than me - 18 months apart. I used to believe that I would catch up to them and then we would all get older together.

I used to believe…

My Dad died when I was 1, but his mum, my Nan, used to visit regularly. My mum called her "mum", and she also called my Granny "Mum". As I couldn't remember my Dad, for years I puzzled over how my Mum could have two mothers! It was finally explained to me when I was about 8 and asked if one had given birth to half of her, and the other to the other half. It was only then that I clicked as to why my Nan talked about my Dad a lot and had pictures of him up everywhere!