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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!
My brother and I thought that Grandma lived at the airport because that's where we always went to get her. Then when we were tired of her, we took her back.
When I was little I believed that every family was exactly like mine. They lived with their grandparents who argued every day, the father was robust and the mother was always concerned with making sure the house was clean enough to eat off the floors. The older sibling was mean and bossy and the younger was just kinda' thrown in to watch it all happen.
I always believed everything an adult told me, and always did as I was told. My Mom forgot this once after telling me to sit still--I sat there for 4 hours according to her...I still remember how bad I had to use the bathroom when she finally found me!
When my parents came home with my new sister, my father said if she cried at night he'd give her away. (I believed this) I slept under her crib for 3 years to prevent him from doing so!
I accused my parents of liking boys better than girls because I had three brothers and was the only girl. p.s. I still think they liked boys better.
I used to believe that ur parents cud read ur mind.
Sometimes when my parents were late picking me up from my grandma's after school, I assumed that they decided they didn't want me after all and wouldn't be coming to get me. I'd walk around my grandma's house, thinking "yeah, I guess it would be okay to live here from now on".
I thought my mum was Aretha Franklin.
We are white.
But, she had a beehive like her, and talked about make up, which, of course is in the song
'I say a little prayer'
In my family we call our aunts auntie, but most of my friends just call them aunt. One of my sisters friends when introduced to my auntie clare thought her name was eclare and was named after the dessert because my sister called her auntie clare.
that all teenagers ate with really bad table manners.
I seriously used to think my grandma was Julie Andrews. I refused to believe my actual grandma was related to me.
When I was little, my dad told me he had been born in Indiana. I thought he meant India, and for years afterward, I thought he had been born in cave.
I believed my younger sister was adopted, as she had made up an elaborate story about her "real" family. This family was the "Pigmy Ant" family. My sister's real name was Kary Pigmy Ant, her father-Harry Pigmy Ant, Her mother-Mary Pigmy Ant, and so on with brothers and sisters. When I asked how she knew she was adopted, she often pointed out her large ears and nose. I had to agree with her about that, so we weren't sisters for a couple of years, just family friends.