grown-ups: family

When I was a kid I once told my my I was very upset that she was white and not black when I was a baby. I thought black kids got chocolate milk from their moms and white kids got white milk. And I wish I had had chocolate milk as a baby.

I used to believe my Dad's sister was really Dolly Parton. Everytime we went to her house she was on tv (Dollly), my aunt wore a platinum blond wig, had a big chest that was always partly exposed and she talked with a slight southern accent.

I used to believe that my parents were angels because every morning when I would wake up they would be upstairs but I never heard them come upstairs, so I thought they flew there.

my dad once told me my great great grampa or sombody helped to build our town like to put up traffic lights and stuff. When discussing Cristopher Columbus in kindergarden one day the teacher said that he found canada and put towns here and stuff so i put my hand up and said "thats my grampa"!!!

When I was young I thought my family were aliens conducting an experiment on me. And they were just pretending that they were my family. And they spied on me through mirrors.

When I was little, my mother told me that she would swap me for another little boy every time I 'misbehaved', I always had this mental image of a supermarket-like store which sold children.

I used to believe that parents were always taller than their kids. So when my grandma came over I never believed that she was my mom's mom because my grandma was the smaller one.

I used to believe that my twin wasn't my twin and she's my neighbor's doughter, because my uncle say that it's impossible to have twin with different faces.

I used to believe that my parents would give me away if I didn’t do as they said

When I was a child, I used to believe that my dad was the most powerful and strong man on earth.

Whenever I was about to be smacked for doing something naughty (which was quite often) I used to cover my closed eyes with my hands. I used to think because I couldn't see my mum or dad, they couldn't see me..therefore they couldn't smack me!!...eerrrr how wrong was I?

My cousin's brothers and sisters all told him that he had been found in a wheelie bin so my Aunt and Uncle had taken him home. He believed this until he was 7

I used to believe that all parents were called "Inge and Dirk", just like mine

I wondered where I had come from. My numerous older siblings informed me that they had found me in a park. That I was taken as an egg from a nest. They said they MIGHT put me back. I was afraid to go the park.

I come from a family of all girls. My older sister used to tell us that we had a brother, but he was bad and my parents kept him underneath the porch of the house. She said if we were bad or mean to her we would go there too. For the longest time I believed her, because at night you hear sounds sometimes in the house and I thought that was my brother under the porch moving around.

I used to believe if you and an other person stepped with the same leg at the same that both of you were related. Apparantly I had a lot of relatives!