family

my parents split up when i was about 2, but i used to visit my dad during the school holidays. Between visits dad used to put all his small change in an old cookie tin so that when i came to stay i would have some pocket money. It usually amounted to about $100...I belived my dad was really, really rich!

lets hope hes got another BIG tin put away somewhere for my wedding!

ShannonOfDoom

About a week after my baby sister was born I was tired of her and I turned to my mom and dad and said, "I'm done with her, she can go back to the hospital now."

Mickey

When I was young, my mom told me that I dropped from a mango tree that grew in the neighbour's back yard and if I went to the back yard that the neighbour would take me back. I never went to the back yard or spoke to the neighbour alone until I was eight years old that is when I found out that I was born in the hospital and the neighbour thought I was sooo cute and wanted to adopt me because he knew my grandparents.

Freda

i used to believe that my parents were government spies that were in high tech disguises and reported to offices in other dimensions. i also used to believe that everyone i knew had access to a live feed of every single thing i did, including going to the bathroom and bathing, and judged me on my looks and behavior. AND one last thing. i grew up in a shomer shabbos (we kept the sabbath in the orthodox jewish tradition) house and was convinced that everyone i knew was involved in an elaborate hoax to make me think is was sunday when it was really saturday and therefore i was breaking the sabbath

am i weird?

I used to believe that when my father went out from home he spied me with cameras to control if I payed videogames or I did my homework

Ale

My mother used to tell me that if I was misbehaving, the gypsies would come and take me away with them, so naturally I was always misbehaving.

Skof

i used to think my grandmother's actual name was Gramma!

el kristadore!

I used to believe that my mum was the queen. She does look a bit like the queen... minus the orb and sceptre.

Vix

Up until I was about 5 or 6 years old, I thought that my great-grandmother was actually my "grape" grandmother because she always wore this blouse that had grapes all over it.

Kate

I used to believe that how much you loved someone could be measured by a number. I used to tell my sister I loved her 5,031. I told my other sister I loved her 5,030.

Mandy The Mental

i have a sister and a brother and i used to wonder who i would marry because i thought that my sister would marry my brother and i would be left alone

mitica

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.

Anon

My (older) sister used to tell me she had many different versions of her. (i.e. sister #593=shares, sister #24=bossy, sister, #871=says opposites, sister #6=sings,etc.) So she would constantly confuse me with her jeckyll-&-hyde transformations until I'd scream "I WANT SISTER #593, I WANT SISTER #593!!!"

p. doodie

I believed that the man in the moon was my Nan's boyfriend (my granddad was dead). My brother and I would make drawings of him for my Nan to stick on her door so that when the moon was hidden she had a picture of him.

Claire

I used to think that your cousins are your cousins only until they're 21, then they become your aunt,or uncle!

AMILA

My sister and I always thought our grandparents, who are from the Netherlands, actually lived on the moon. Every time we saw the moon we would wave to them. We also thought after visiting, when they flew home, that is where they went. Very wierd...

CRW

I used to believe that if you stepped on a crack, you would REALLY break your mama's back. I finally let it go when I turned 10.

Anon

My mom always told me that she could see everything I was doing because she had eyes on the back of her head. One day as we were leaving preschool I held up my hand and asked her how many fingers I was holding up. She guessed the correct number, two, and I was convinced.

Looking back, I think she might have just seen my reflection on the window of the door we were using.

Ingrid

When I was very little my grandma once told me that "Exit" meant "quiet" and that you had to stop talking. This worked great for my parents, when we would go places, if I started crying or whining or whatever, they would just point to an "Exit" sign and that would shut me up. But then one day Dad brought home an old "Exit" sign and hung it up in my room, for laughs, I was so upset!!

Kari

I was brought up in New Zealand where there was a non-littering campaign telling us to 'be a tidy Kiwi'. My father brought us an icecream at a children's park and lifted us all up, one at a time to put the wrappers in the rubbish bin. The bin had a sign on it which said 'look at the tidy Kiwi' and in the bin was a mirror so you could see yourself being a 'tidy kiwi'. To this day my sister (now 35 years old) believes that my father was showing her that she belongs in the rubbish bin.

Hilary