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When I was younger, my Pap used to tell me he was the President of the United States. I believed him, because his middle name was Lincoln, and also, he was my Pap, why couldn't he be? lol
When I Stayed At My Grandpas With My 2 Sisters We Would Ask Him If He Could Give Us PiggyBacks. When We Asked Him He Would Say Nah! I Got A Bone In My Leg! And We Would All Together Pick Him Up Off His Chair. Then When We Grew Up A Bit He Said Nah! I Got A Bone In My Leg And We Said: We Would Hope So!
When I was about 5 I went on a family trip to a safari park, along with my mum and grandparents, came my uncle and aunt. Now my uncle is a wonderful man, but can be quite shy and quiet. However he is very clever so when he does speak I listen.
We were pulling into the drive of the park and went over a cattle grid. Being from the city id never seen one before and asked what it was. To which my uncle answered its a ''Gazumnearmniebush'', being so young and coming from him, I assumed it must be true.
Imagine my embarrasment when going over one on the college coach ( on my 1st day, at age 17) and exclaiming that it was a gazumnearmniebush. Luckily another very kind student explained the truth. My entire family had taken to using the word, assuming I knew what they were really called but just liked the name.
I was totally convinced (and even tried to convince my lil' sister) that my parents were aliens and at night when we went to bed, they would come out of their human bodies.
I met a girl who was adopted, and she knew about it, and she was an only child to her adopted parents. The adopted parents gave her own room (of course) with a canopy bed, and so many toys, and even a child-size playhouse in the back yard. I wanted to be adopted too. Because of her naturally curly hair, I thought she was Shirley Temple.
When my daughter was very young, we used to go to the corner mailbox to post letters to Grandma. At that time, US first class stamps had George Washington's face on them. So you can imagine my surprise when one day Suzy looked at a dollar bill and exclaimed, "Grandma!" She logically assumed that George Washington was her grandmother!
When I was about 4 or 5 my mom must have told my dad to stop acting like a 10 year old. I misunderstood and actually thought he was 10 and thought wow my dad is really young!
Our grandmother, with the cooperation of all of our other relatives, fostered the belief in us that, if we were bad, we could be taken to "Jones's Home," a terrible kind of orphanage where we ould live out the rest of our childhoods in abusive misery and squalor.
When my grandmother went to China to live for a few years I told my little sister (then 8) that when she came back she would look Chinese and only speak Chinese. She was convinced that this was true.
WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I THOUGHT THAT MY FATHER WAS THE DEMON WHEN HE GOT ANGRY AT MY, I REALY BELIEVE THAT
I used to believe that my mom was extremely old due to a black and white picture of her riding a carriage. Ten years later I finally figured out it was one of those old time photos from an amusement park!
When I was younger, both mine and ll of my friends' mothers had glasses. For quite a while, I used to believe all moms wore glasses.
I used to think I was adopted and that my real parents were in some source of trouble so they put me in a trash can to keep me safe. Both of them were supposed to have been killed. so my real parents found me in the trash can.
When I was little I was afraid of my 6'3 uncle not only because of his height, but because I though his handlebar moustache would come off on me.....I was afraid of his wife, my Aunt, because I thought her freckles would come off on me, too.
And thanks to my mother, to this day I cannot sleep if a closet door is open, it doesn't have to be just the one in my bedroom, but any closet door in the house.
My mum used to tell me she used to be a cave man and i believed it for years.
When i was little i used to believe that when my mom or dad was "grounding me" they would actually bury me underneath the ground, So whenever my mom or dad would say dont make me ground you, id become good really fast.
I used to believe that Sheri Lewis from the show Lambchop was my Auntie Rose. the look so much a like!
on the fouth of july my cousins shot of a roman candle. but they did it from a distance. all i could see was my cousin holding a stick that shot out colors, so i thought it was a special sparkler that shot out colors.
My grandpa had retired and did some carpentry as a hobby. He typically used varnish instead of paint. So I thought that all varnished wooden objects were made by him.
My grandad has a small scar on his face and he told me (very convincingly) it was where a bullet had skimmed past him during WW2. It was only about four years ago when I was telling this to my husband that my mother told me my grandad had infact fell over one night on the way home from the pub! He has several war related stories, some of them true, some I now take with a pinch of salt!