grown-ups: family

When i was little, aboout 4 years old, my 11 year old brother would terrorize me by telling me he could turn me into a frog using a cereal carton to get me to do his bidding. I would tell him i didn't believe him, but then he would sit me on a chair and start muttering gibberish while waving the box around. I would get hysterical and do whatever he wanted me to.

When I was very young I managed to convince myself my mother had another family, and whenever she went to work she actually lied and went to visit her other family and her other children! I had a very over-reactive imagination XDDDDD

I used to think that one day, my family would suddenly become broke, and we would have nowhere to live or nothing to eat. So, every morning on my way out the front door, I would pick some flower petals from our front yard as a "back-up food supply. I think I was in preschool.

I thought babysitters would sit on babies who mis behave. I would cry forever when mom said she would call a babysitter for me. can't we come up with a better word for babysitter?

as a child i used 2 believe dt my mom dt my mom wld change in2 this so called massive reptile n i used 2 get very scared i used 2 wake up nights juss 2 b ensured she is d same all the time....i was 6 dt time as far as i can rememba

when I was 6 years old, I used to believe that -
only girls could be my friends because all other boys were my brothers.

when i was liitle (that means 7 or 8) i used to think that my nanny was just a friend of my mums and not her mum.i think i believed this because some children call their child minders nannys so thats how i came to that conclusion

I remember thinking that my parents waited until I went to sleep , to go dancing and frolicking in the night without me. I would jump up to the window over and over to survey the front lawn in case I might catch them having some fun minus me. I thought this alot from about the ages of 4 to about 7 whenever it was bed time.

I spent a summer with my Granparents and we decided to drive up and visit my Aunt and Uncle for a few days. While riding in the car I was looking at my fingernails and asked my Uncle what the little white specks under my fingernails were. He told me that you get those from telling lies. So whenever I lied about something I used to hide my hands all the time. Still a bad habit to this day!!

I was terrified of the idea of having children because I was under the impression that you literally had to teach them everything the way a teacher teaches things. Like you 'd have to sit them down and teach them every single word in the dictionary. I thought it would take years and years to do this. It wasn't until I expressed this fear to my mother that she calmed me down explained that children learn language simply by hearing it and being spoken to. This was a big relief.

Dad's can be so cruel. My Dad always used to tuck me in at night and tell me that he had protected me by sprinkling Elephant powder around the house. I told him that there were no Elephants around here. "Which only proves that its works" he said.

when i was around 4 0r 5 i didnt kno that my mom and dad had parents. i never reely thougth my grandparents were their parents i jus thought they were called grnd parents. when my mom told me she had a mom i was amazed!

I used to think that all moms wore glasses
(My mom did, and all of my friend's moms did.)

I'm a preschool teacher and one day I mentioned something to a child about my mom. He looked at me funny and said, "you can't have a mom Miss Kelly, you're a grown up, grown ups dont have moms." HOW CUTE!!

I used to believe that all the grown-ups were never little kids. Like when my mom would tell me something that happened to her as a kid I wouldn't believe her. I know all kids probably believed this but whatever.

Usually your older sibs tell you that you're the adopted one, but I was such a sissy then my older brother got me with this one. When I was 8 years old, my bother and I passed an old building that was abandoned. He told me that he had bad memories of that place. He said that was where my parents had adopted him from. He told me HE was adopted and that someday he would leave to find his real family. I cried for weeks!