grown-ups

I used to believe…

When i was little i thought when parents would ground their kid they would actually dig a hole and put the kid in. they were actually underground.

I used to believe…

When I was around four, I used to think that my doctor lived at the doctor's office. Then one day she mentioned something about going home, and I said, "But don't you live here?" She and my mother got a laugh out of it..

I used to believe…

When i little, my mom used to be able to pull random objects out of my ears.

I used to believe my Dad's sister was really Dolly Parton. Everytime we went to her house she was on tv (Dollly), my aunt wore a platinum blond wig, had a big chest that was always partly exposed and she talked with a slight southern accent.

I used to belive Love was just being with someone and stuff. Now, that i have it, it's way more than that.

I used to believe…

Me and alll of my cousins call my grandma MoMo and my grandpa PoPo(not po-po completly difrent and sound diffrent too) So I never really new what a Grandma and Grandpa were until I saw this one episode of Barney.

I used to think that Grown-ups couldn't cry. I was 5 and my mom and dad were going through a divorce. i had never seen a Grown up cry. I just thought that they didnt cry. Up until the day my mom feel through the attic.... she was so upset about the divorce and trying to be so strong for me, my sister and my brother that she just broke down.
I remember just being shocked... and I asked her how she could cry.....

I thought that when you turned 18 you were given a million dollars that, for some reason, never got spent. All adults had a million dollars, which led me to think my parents were quite mean for not getting me more toys.

I used to believe…

When my brother had his sex ed at school (aged 10 I think, so I was 7) he came home and decided to share some of his newfound knowledge with me. Looking back now, I can see that he'd been told about puberty, and when it starts and what happens, but he'd either got a bit confused on one point or he had decided to wind me up.

Either way, he told me that nobody knew if they were a boy or a girl until they were 12 because that's when they start changing into a man or a woman. I was absolutely terrified for weeks that when I was 12 I would suddenly find out I was a boy and not a girl after all. In the end I decided to tell my mum and she sat us both down and put us straight!

i used to believe my dad was the greatest while he worked in a pizza chain store. the pizza logo on the top of his car made me proud. i wasn't that impressed when he owned his own construction business or took me on cruises.

I used to believe…

In my parents' wedding album, they have a picture of them edited so it looks like they're in a wine glass. When I was four, my dad convinced me that they shrunk small enough to fit in the glass! From this, I determined that wedding photographers had special powers.

I used to believe that, once boys reached the age of eleven, they would begin turning into monkeys. Their brains would detiorate, and they would grow hair in strange places. They'd perform monkey-like actions.

Hey, I wasn't too far from the truth. :)

i used to think that customers were people who work behind counters until i learnt what they really were at drama club

I used to believe…

when i was about 3 or 4, my mom asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. i told her i wanted to be my aunt and uncle's dog, charlie. i honestly thought i could.

I used to believe…

My parents are horror film freaks and exposed me to horror films way too early. I truly believed that all of my dolls came alive at night, and one in particular was evil. Everynight as I slept with my teddy- I would walk around the room and tell each and every one of my dolls that i loved them verrrrry much and would kiss them goodnight before turning them around so that they wouldn't try to kill teddy. After a while the evil doll really did start to move. I would memorize exactly where I left it-- and it was never the same when I returned. I finally asked my mother to burn the ugly doll and she agreed to do so.... My senior year of high school I walked in to my room to find that doll on my bed. I literally peed my pants and didn't talk to my mother for a week.

I used to believe that parents could 'donate' naughty children to Amish families because they needed so many people to run their farms, and that during particularly hard seasons they would roam around and kidnap wandering or crying kids.

This is probably because my father used to threaten to give me to the Amish when I misbehaved.