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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.
I used to believe that the term "being grounded" actually meant that your parents would dig a hole/ underground house in your backyard and make you live underground for a week.
Until I was about 7 or 8, I was almost completely convinced I was adopted. When I told my mom this she showed me a picture of her holding me, as a newborn in a hospital bed. I also, at the time, thought that when you adopted a baby, you got it from the nursery center in the hospital where they bring the babies after they're born, so I thought my mom adopted me, then went into a hospital room and took a picture so she could fool me later when I got old enough to figure out the truth.
I used to think that my godparents were fairy godparents, so every time I would come over to their house, I would walk up to my godmother and say, "Christine, I wish I had a pony." She would be like, "Uh....ok." One day, I got pretty fed up that they were not granting my wishes so in the middle of the visit I yelled, "You're fired!"
My mom's brother was adopted, but I'd never actually seen an adoption center. I used to believe that adoption centers were kind of like assembly lines, there would be only babies (that basically looked all alike) and the adopting parents would pick one as they were going by and into another room where other families would look at them. I believed it for a long time until I saw a movie about some kids getting adopted.
I used to believe I didn't have a grandpa. My mom explained that I did, that my "Papa Gerry" was my grandpa, he just didn't like being called grandpa. I didn't believe her until I asked Papa Gerry, and he said it was true!