grown-ups: family

When I was little that when children grew up to be adults that they grew back down to be children and babies again. I never knew where old people came into the picture. I guess my head got screwed up somewhere.

I used to believe that Grandparents were assigned to their grandchildren. When I was four I used to ask my mom if her mom died and she would say "No, Grandma is my mom." I had to ask her a few times before I finally remembered it though.

My mother had many misconceptions about things when she was younger. Her and her friends were imaginative - they would take a large piece of lint, run down the street as fast as tehy could, and think they were flying off to Candyland. She also thought the TV could hear her when she talked.

I used to believe my grandfather was the Scourge of the Seven Seas!

My father would tell me tales of his father's great adventures as a pirate; my grandfather was an amputee, and he had a "wooden leg," lending massive credibility (I was maybe 4) to these stories. One day, my grandfather had a gift for me: a bag of golden coins. Even after I discovered that they were chocolates I thought "wow, he *really is* a pirate!"

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.

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.....

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.

i used to think that if i drank milk with watermelon i would die because the mix was poisonous because my grandma told me that, so until this day i haven't mix them..

When I was about 4 or 5, I had learned that blind people had "seeing-eye dogs" to help guide them around, and that many of these dogs were German Shepherds. My grandmother had a German Shepherd named Baron and he always seemed to be at her side. So one day I asked my mother "Is Grandma blind?" because I assumed that Baron was her guide dog.

One time when I was little and wasn't listening to my mom, she warned me to behave or else I would "live with the consequences!" I immediately asked "who are they?" (I imagined that the Consequences were a really mean old couple who lived in a house with no toys and didn't like kids.)

when i was very young, i told my childless aunt and uncle that they should name their first kid "hammerhead-shark-fin-poopy-butt hund."

they're having twins this march.

Once when I played with wet paint and got it all over me, my brother told me I would get "a lickin" when dad got home. I thought that meant I would get a popsicle. Boy was I suprised!

When I was a little girl we lived in what was then a country area. Looking at it now it is so close to our capital city that I have to laugh! Anyway, we went barefoot a lot, and I was the youngest of four. I clearly remember that if I stood on a rusty nail my father would give me a shiny new (Australian)penny to take my mind off it. I am now 65, and it is only recently that I have thought about it and realised that he must have cleaned up an old penny to make me feel good.Isn't that wonderful. What a great man he was!