grown-ups: family

I told my little sister that she was stolen from Gypsies. I told her that me and my parents where on vacation and saw a group of gypsies washing their clothes beside a river and that she was laying in a basket to the side sleeping, so my parents stole her. She believed me for years until my mother finally got tired of me torturing my sister, so she dug up some old pictures of my sister in the hospital right after she was born to prove that she was an offical member of our family.

My Grandfather was the "biggest" kid I knew. He used to tell us stories that as kids we would believe every word he said. For example, one story he told us was that years ago he "won" the lottery and that he felt sorry for them and they would not have any more money, so he gave it all back. I think I believed that story until I was about 10 years old!!!

When I was little I used to believe I was adopted because there where no photos of my mom when she was pregnant with me (they didn't have a camera). My little brother was adopted when I was seven and that was confirmation of their plot to keep my own adoption a secret! I had to give up on that idea when I started to realise that I am the spitting image of my mother and I have the EXACT same hands and crooked teeth as my father.

My dad is about 6'2" and a pretty big guy in general. I used to believe that he was so big that he could touch the power lines and had a hard time getting through doors.

My Uncle's old school friend was Ringo Starr, everytime I was at my grans and the telephone rang he used to say it was "Ringo wanting to know if he was going out for a pint", only when I was older did I discover they went to different schools!!

I used to believe that my dad knew everybody that you needed to know - and although I'm now 25, I'm still not convinced that he doesn't. He knows who to speak to to get - including a special price on concert tickets, a cheap (but excellent) photographer for my wedding, and all manner of cheap reliable tradesmen.

When I was younger and had been naughty, my parents used to pretend to phone the doctor and ask for him to take me away. Everytime I was naughty I used to think the doctor would come and take me away!!

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.

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

When i was about 3 or 4, my mom once jokingly pretended to be a baby and said i was now her mommy and i thought she was serious, that in some strange way i was now her mother and she was now my baby daughter. I became hysterical and bawled my eyes out. Of course, she never did that again!

I'm a girl. When I was a little kid, I always used to think I could be a dad when I grew up!

Until I was about four years old, I believed that my older half-sister was actually my cousin. We shared the same father, but she lived with her mother several states away. All but one of my cousins at the time were older than me (none the same age), and we only saw them once every few months (or even years), the same frequency that we saw her. When she came for a visit that year, I said something about her being my cousin. My mother looks at me strange and goes, "No, sweetie, she's your sister." This confused me, because all of my little friends lived with their siblings in the same house, but my sister lived far away. My mother explained it to me, but I didn't become totally un-confused until it hit me later until the concept of divorce was explained further.

This is not exactly my belief but more of my sister's:

When she was really young, she thought that a person's sibling is the one they will get married to.

When I was four or five I asked my mom if I could have an older sister. She tried to explain that while I might get a younger brother or sister, I couldn't have an older one.

I sighed in exasperation and said "I guess I'll just have to get a maid."

It turned out I thought that if I had an older sister, she'd have to pick up all the toys!

In my family we call our aunts auntie, but most of my friends just call them aunt. One of my sisters friends when introduced to my auntie clare thought her name was eclare and was named after the dessert because my sister called her auntie clare.

For several weeks, I thought my mother was a cactus. It caused recurring nightmares.