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Until I was in maybe 7th grade, I thought Paul McCartney was my real father. I also thought that my "fake" parents were holding him hostage in my attic.
When I was about five or six, my sister used to get mad because she had to watch me all the time. To get even, she loved telling me that I had been born to a monkey family and that my parents had adopted me from them. She told me if I told anyone, than my parents would send me back to my monkey family. I believed this till I was about seven or eight, when I finally broke down and ran crying hysterically to my mom, begging her not to send me away....
When i was 4 ,My brother and sister would go to my grandparent house in californa alone.Since i wasn't aloud on the plane by myself(but my brother and sister were old enough)My parent told me they were going to home work camp. I belived then till recently...
Also when we were at my Grandparents swimming pool my brother told me we came from a family of mermaids.When i told him i couldn't breath or see under water he said that wasnt smart enough to be a mermaid.He also said that i had to eat orange food things to become more of a mermaid.
i was convinced that my older sister really can cook me in a pot.
My mums parents lived on one side of the city and dads on the other. When we travelled to see my mums parents every saturday arvo, we would pass a High Security Jail. Dad would always say to me "my dad is in there"...and I would believe him. Even though we would visit Dads parents on Sunday arvo!!!!
When my dad was upset he'd pace back and forth in the living room.
I thought he was only angry when his face turned red, and since I was very young and small and couldn't see his face from behind, I assumed that this was some sort of "hopscotch" sort of activity and I'd pace right behind him. I loved spending time with my dad. This was a great time to play with him. Lucky that my mom was around to tell me not to curse like him though. The leader cursed, not the follower.
It was my grandad's birthday and I asked my grandma how old he was and she told me he was 21 and I believed her, but I couldn't understand how that would work, I spend the whole day trying to figure it out.
Because my mum can't swim or drive, I believed that all women couldn't swim or drive.
I used to believe that my Mum was Mary and my Dad was Jesus (?) and I was born in a stable, then my parents changed to who they are now after I as born. I believed this happened to everyone.
For several weeks, I thought my mother was a cactus. It caused recurring nightmares.
i used to believe que era un mono y que me habian cortado la cola y rapado, cuando me enseņaban mi partida de nacimiento decia Bella Aurora y yo creia que era en la Aurora jajaja
I used the scar on my dads leg was a shark bite when in fact he fell off his bike when he was a child
During my childhood, I thought that the mother I was living with was not my real mom because she wasn't white. It wasn't until junior high that I learned about dominant and recessive genes, and realized my mom was my REAL mom.
My father told me that I was descended from royalty, and I used to think he grew up in a palace and was treated like a prince.
my cousin (7) had known for a long time what sex and pregnancy was. but not how the baby got out of the mother or that you had to have sex to get pregnant. she was told and she decided that since it was so disgusting making babies and so hurtful letting them out them she would just buy one at a orphanage.
When i was little i used to believe that if you wanted a grandmother , grandfather , uncle or aunt. you had to ask them if they wanted to be that for you
Once my father and I was on a fishingtrip, we didn't get any fish. But all around us there was small birds flying around. My father said that it was FLYING FISH! And I belived him...
Untill I was enganged and my boyfriend told me that we don't have flying fish in Norway. I didn't believe him, because my father had told me different!
But I had to admit that I was wrong, when I could not find anything about it in lexicons and other books...
i thought that my aunt lived in a pipe
My Dad and I used to tell my little brother that our Dad sprouted wings at night. And since I was only a teenager, mine weren't fully developed. And also, that he, himself, would one day sprout wings.
Our house at the time was weird. We had a second floor that my grandfather had built by himself. On on one side, there was the roof of the first floor. On the other side there was about 3 inches of roof that the gutter was attached to.
My brother believed us about the wings, but my Dad wanted to make sure. He couldn't stand on the side with the big portion of roof because then my little bro would figure it out. (He was gullible, not stupid). So in his infinite genius, my father climbed around the side and all along the back of the house on the 3 inch portion, all the way to his bedroom window, where my bro was hanging out with my stepmom.
he knocked, my little brother saw, flipped out, believed us even more. It was great. To this day my little brother swears he was just humoring us.
Sidenote: about 30 seconds after impressing my brother, my father fell 15-20 feet onto a stack of white plastic patio chairs.
I used to believe that I was supposed to be a boy. My mom had five kids: 3 boys in a row, me, then my younger brother. So I figured God made a mistake when he made me....Boy was I wrong!