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One time my mom was watching a baby that used cloth diapers and, being like 4, I swear she took off like 20 layers of clothing to access his mess!
When I was a child , I used to think my dad had superpowers , he was my hero . Now , I know he doesn't have superpowers , but he is still my hero.
i used to believe that my parents were government spies that were in high tech disguises and reported to offices in other dimensions. i also used to believe that everyone i knew had access to a live feed of every single thing i did, including going to the bathroom and bathing, and judged me on my looks and behavior. AND one last thing. i grew up in a shomer shabbos (we kept the sabbath in the orthodox jewish tradition) house and was convinced that everyone i knew was involved in an elaborate hoax to make me think is was sunday when it was really saturday and therefore i was breaking the sabbath
I used to believe that my twin wasn't my twin and she's my neighbor's doughter, because my uncle say that it's impossible to have twin with different faces.
when i was 4 i believed that all girls were left handed and all boys were right handed it made sense becoz my mum and my older sister and me where left handed and my dad and my older brother where right handed.
I used to believe that parents were always taller than their kids. So when my grandma came over I never believed that she was my mom's mom because my grandma was the smaller one.
Once when I was around four or five, an older relative of mine told me I was so cute that he could "just fold me up in his pocket and keep me there". I'm still not sure what that means, but it terrified me as a kid because a pocket would be a terrible place to live!
When I was about 5 years old, I used to think that I swim very well. My father said that I was a successful swimmer. After many years, I saw my childhood photo and I realized I wasn' t swimming too good. Actually, I was swimming on the shore of the sea.
When I was about 5 years old, I used to think that I swim very well. My father said that I was a successful swimmer. After many years, I saw my childhood photo and realized I wasn' t swimming too good. Actually, I was swimming on the shore of the sea.
When I was a little kid, I was convinced that the place my mother went to get her hair "done" was the Beauty Saloon. I imagined everybody's mother sitting around in curlers, having drinks at a bar!
When I was little, my mother told me that she would swap me for another little boy every time I 'misbehaved', I always had this mental image of a supermarket-like store which sold children.
When I asked my dad why my grandpa divorced my grandma and married another woman, he told me that my grandpa realized that he had married the wrong person.
I understood that too literally.
For a very long time, I thought my grandpa mistook my grandma for another woman whom he had met before her.
Whenever we drove by the flashing red light from an antenna my dad said it was taking a picture. He always told me to smile. I use to smile for years until I figured it out. Still whenever I think about it when I see one I laugh snd still smile.
Whenever my sisters and I were being bad my mom would threaten that "Helga" was going to come babysit us. This so called babysitter was described as a horrid woman and we were terrified of her. As soon as she was mentioned we'd turn into little angles. The story of Helga kept us behaved for years.
I have an Aunt Joanne. I used to think she was the owner of every Jo-Ann's Fabrics in existence. I later learned there were other Jo-Anns in the world--who knew?
My parents have the same birthday (but my father is a year older than my mother), so I automatically assumed that ALL parents had the same birthday. When we went to a neighbors house for their birthday, I couldn't understand why it was only one person's birthday, and not both. It took me a good two hours to realize that most people's parents don't have the same birthday.
I used to believe that babies weren't actually "alive" because I knew that I couldn't remember anything from when I was a baby, so I just assumed that little kids and babies wouldn't remember anything. I asked my younger brother once, "are you alive? Do you understand what I'm saying?"
When I was little, I thought babies were born out of your belly button, and people with "outie" belly buttons had to go to the baby store and buy a baby. I also thought you could buy a boyfriend/girlfriend if you went to the back room of a Wal-Mart.
My mom always told me that she could see everything I was doing because she had eyes on the back of her head. One day as we were leaving preschool I held up my hand and asked her how many fingers I was holding up. She guessed the correct number, two, and I was convinced.
Looking back, I think she might have just seen my reflection on the window of the door we were using.
As a little kid, whenever my picture was taken, I would stretch my lips out so that my upper lip was up, and my lower lip was down, as I thought I was smiling when I did this. But when I eventually looked at my family's pictures on Picasa, I was in for a big surprise!