grown-ups: family

When I was little my brother told me that I was actually a gypsy, and he'd call them so they'd take me back. He even told me my gypsy name: Rebecca Goldstein. I believe him until I was 8.

My dad used to make things out of lead when i was little and he didn't want me too touch it so he told me if i touched the lead i'd always stay a little girl and never grow up, so for years i thought if you touched lead you wouldn't become a grown up! Crule lol

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!

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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!!!"

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.

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

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...

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.

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.