grown-ups

I used to believe…

my dad would always tell us that he knew everything. whenever he'd tell me something new, or answer a question I had, I'd ask him, "how do you know that", or "how do you know how to do that?" and his answer was always, "because daddy knows everything". I really believed he did. I admired him so much and felt so safe knowing he knew everything so I didn't have to worry about anything.

i used to believe that my mom got pregnant with all four of her children at the same time but just waited awhile to let each one of us out but when she told me that wasnt true i then made up another conclusion and thought that she actually had us all at the same time but got to choose our ages at this time i was 8 our ages where 14,12,10,8

I used to believe…

When I was a tot I used to believe that when my parents got married, they were handed my two brothers and myself up at the altar, and that's how they got us. I used to have visions of the 5 of us walking down the aisle together hand in hand, with me in my dad's arms.

I used to believe…

When I was around six my sisters and brother would always say I was by the milkman, because I was the youngest and had different color hair. I cried and ran to my mom who assured me I was not by the milkman. Still not quite sure I went on believing. Well I am now 21 and just now remembering that particular incident just feeling like an idiot. WE NEVER HAD A MILKMAN!

I used to believe…

When I was about eight years old, my older cousin turned twenty. Because she was my only cousin living on her own at that time, I thought that she was now an adult, and couldn't be my cousin anymore. (I suppose I figured she'd become my aunt)

I used to believe that as people got older, they changed into the opposite sex. I don't know why, but I always associated this thought with a Hershey Chocolate commercial I saw when I was a kid.

I used to believe…

When I was about six, my grandfather told me he had the last pet pterodactyl on his block, and it got old and he remembered the day it died.
How silly of me to fall for that!

I used to believe…

My Grandad used to sit me on his knee to play the piano and sing along... when I was 18, and long after his death, I happened to mention Grandad's piano to my mum and auntie, who took off laughing... it was only then that I realised he never owned a piano; he'd been 'playing' the edge of the kitchen table all along...

I used to believe…

When I was little my uncle and auntie got divorced; my mum explained to me that I wouldn't see my Auntie anymore, and when I pushed for a reason she said that the policeman had come round and told them to be apart!

I believed for a long time that this could happen to any married couple whenever the police chose; but strangely never doubted that the policeman had a good reason!

I truly thought my little brother was adopted. The rest of my family had dark brown hair and glasses. My older brother and I were often refered to as twins because we were close in age and looked alike. We also had matching baby blankets and baby books. My little brother, however, came 5 years later, with bright red hair, a chubbier build, and 20/20 vision. Not to mention the fact that he didn't have a baby blanket or baby book.
It wasn't until he grew up and began resembling Dad, that I finally believed he belonged.

I used to believe…

When I was about 6, I remember being terrified because I thought when I grew up, I'd have to marry a woman. I even cried myself to sleep thinking about it sometimes. For some reason I always wanted to marry a man instead even at that young age. Sixteen years later and I still do.
I was thrilled, later on, when I found out people didn't have to get married at all!

I used to believe…

As told by my mother.
When my sister was young, she was very bad and got into everything but one day they found out a way to contain her. How? Babypowder. For some reason she was deathly afraid of the white powdery substance and wouldnt go anear it. So my uncle or whomever would put babypowder to keep her out of the kitchen and once even confinded to a chair and she never left the chair not once. Thank god she isnt afraid of babypowder now though. Would be kinda funny still.

I used to believe…

My father, who was on crutches, would always holler at us "Get the door". One day I asked my mother, "Does daddy call work and tell him he is on his way, or does he just stand outside until someone comes along and opens the door for him?" I was very surprised when she said he could open the door himself, for I had never seen him do it.

I used to think, until I was about 11, that when my parents told me to go to bed, they were trying to get me out of the way so they could invite their friends over and have a big party. I based this on the fact that I always heard the clink of dishes downstairs when I listened. A few times I actually went downand saw them putting away the dishes, but I thought that was all part of the plot to hide it from me. I felt so glad when I "figured it out"!!

I used to believe…

When I was about 3, I began to wonder why my mom would want to spend all that time taking care of me, and thought maybe she was just putting on an act, that she was really a witch and she would eventually come clean and make me her slave. I used to sneak into her room when she was sleeping, expecting to see a black witch hat on her head.

I used to believe…

When my little sister would make me angry, I used to tell her that the gypsies left her on the doorstep, because even the gypsies didn't want her. She believed me for many years!