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When I was about 5, my dad told me and my cousins that the grease that allowed the van door to slide open was whale poop and we shouldn't touch it.
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I used to be terrified of my great grandmother and wouldn't let her go anywhere near me! I was totally convinced that rather than just having wrinkley flappy skin around her neck as many old women do, she actually had a hole in her neck!
When I was little a lot of the african-american people I knew would always say they were cousins. So I used to believe that ALL african americans were realted to each other.
I used to believe that every dad has moustaches! If someone has not, he just must haven't children. I believed only in cartoons can be fathers without moustaches. Really! (I don't know why)
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I used to believe that to adopt someone you just had to call a telephone number and they would send you a child in a box in the post.
For a short time when I was younger, I don't know exactly how old but probably about six, I was absolutely convinced I had an uncle Frank. Now in actual fact I haven't, so when I went up to my mum and insisted that he existed, she was somewhat bemused...I think it was because I'd read a book which I liked very much, with a character in it who had an Uncle Frank. I obviously identified with this character and got wrapped up in the story so much I got it confused with reality!
When I was about 6 I remember my brother coming home from school in a lot of trouble. It was St. Patricks day and my mother always had us wear a orange clover on our shirts. She explained to him that its because our ancestors were protestant. Well apparently he didnt understand what that meant...his teacher called and was telling my mother what he shared with the class when asked why he was wearing an orange clover. He told the class "I wear orange because all of my aunts are prostitutes"
I suppose there was some confusion...
I used to believe (and still do somewhere deep down!) that I was born an identical twin and that my twin is out there somewhere. I even theorised that maybe i was a twin but that the twin died in early pregnancy!! It was such a strong feeling that even now at 18 i still feel it and i occasionally bug my mom to ask if she ever had my twin and never told me!! (her answer is always no but i dont always believer her depending on what kind of day ive had and how stubborn i want to be!!) Ive finally settled on the idea its cause im a gemini and that they say geminis go through life looking for the yin to their yang only to find it within themselves. ive had to settle with this to save me from the looney bin but who knows maybe my identical twin is out their somewhere...........
When I was younger I thought that one day my family was going to shrink down and we would have to live in my doll house. I would tie ropes down it so we could climb in and store food and water in it waiting for the day when we shrink.
When I was little and my mum and dad went out they would always say they were going to see a man about a dog - I upset every time because we never ever got a dog and I wanted one so badly.
When I was a little girl my grandad used to say 'I was a little girl when I was your age.' I believed him for years and was quite disappointed when my Mum told me it was not true. I wanted to grow a beard!
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Until my little sister was about 10, she thought that if a black person and a white person had a baby, the baby would be asian.
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At the age of around five, I realized that my mum's and dad's names were not mum and dad!
When I was 10 my mom always talked about how much better than I was at my brother's age than he was. I thought parents got 1 good kid and 1 bad kid. Luckily, I was the good kid.
Once when i was little my sister came home and started yelling angrily that some kid liked her. Tihs gave me the idea that it was bad to be liked so when i got a present i liked i wopuld enthusiasticlasyy say i dont like it and when saying goodnight to my mom i would say I hate you a an affectionate voice. this caused a lot of confusion.
when my brother was about 4 or 5, we convinced him that we had found him in the trash can behind the circle k. we gave him full details of the day we found him but told him we loved him anyway. after about a year, he just "accepted the facts" and started telling people about the day we found him behind cirkle k, but that it was okay with him because we loved him anyway.
When I was really little my parents went on holiday and my nan came to look after me. I'd never been around her without my parents around, and was worried because I thought she'd turn into some kind of wicked witch grandma, obviously some kind of amalgam from different fairy tales. The week leading up to it was torture. I'm glad to report we had a great time, although maybe it just seemed that way because I was so relieved not to have ended up in her cooking pot...
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I used to believe my my Grandma was 30 when my dad was 35...lol.
I used to beleive that my mother knew everything like the wizard of oz. My brother told me this wasn't so, but I din't believe him.
when i was little i used to call human beings human beans, and for some strange reason i thought they were evil and "baddies", and so whenever my sister told me that she was (or someone else was)a human being i used 2 break down into tears convinced that someone was gonna take her away (turns out i was the 1 who needed to be taken away :P)
i used to believe that i was a twin.
i thought that my mom had gotten ride of my sister. my mom had told me that i had a strong heart beat and the doctor could hear my heart beat on both sides of her stomach.