grown-ups: getting older

i used to be very afraid of growing up, because that would mean that my body would continue growing larger and larger to the point that i would be a freaky giant with no place to stay and no friends/family of "my size".

I used to think adults were happy all the time, except on soap operas. And that adults knew everything, like how to order an airline ticket, and that really awed me.

i use to believe that the teenage years started at eleven, as in eleventeen. but then twelveteen just didn't sound right.

I used to believe that when you grew up, nothing scared you anymore.

I used to think that growing up and getting taller wasn't a gradual process. I thought I'd wake up one morning and be a couple feet taller. I remember thinking how hard it would be to go to the store to buy new clothes since all my others obviously wouldn't fit me anymore. I'd wonder why, when we went shopping, I'd never seen any kids older than me wandering around the aisles wrapped in bedsheets.

From ages approximately ages 10 to 14, I had HUGE growth spurts (at one point, growing 6 inches in 3 months). The "growing pains" in my arms and legs were sometimes extremely painful. I was convinced that the pain was because I was dying from some horrible disease. I never told my mom about them because I knew how upset she would be at her youngest child dying, or at very least, it would bankrupt her from the medical expenses. There was nothing ever wrong with me. :)

I thought that when I grew up I would have really curly hair for some reason (it's as straight now as it was then). I would also have an oak-panelled study and I'd sit and write in it and be stressed out. I'd have a nervous maid who'd bring me coffee on a tray. She looked kind of like the maid on the Cluedo box. None of this looks set to come true.

I later thought that when I turned 16 I'd be beautiful, have a boyfriend, and never say the wrong thing. Sad really

My ex-girlfiend's daughter was about 3 or 4 years old and her mother also had a 8 month-old baby boy at the time.

In conversation, I referred to the baby as a boy. The daughter corrected me and said "That's not a boy, that's a baby!"

She wouldn't believe me when I tried to explain that he was a baby boy. In her mind, it was either a boy or a baby, it couldn't be both, and clearly it was a baby.

I used to believe that clothing would grow at the same rate as people. If you bought something that fit when you were 5, it would still fit when you were 30. In stores I would often stand looking at the tag of a shirt waiting for it to change from a 'Small' to a 'Medium'.

My uncle was born on the same day as me (Feb 28) but is about 30 years older. When my mother told me about this, I imagined how much more food he had been eating to be twice as big as me but be born on the same day...

I used to think that everyone lived to 100 and then automatically died. Because 100 is really old and nobody could ever lived past that.

I thought that when I grew up I HAD to start wearing polyester like my mom.

when i found out "The Truth" about the easter bunny, tooth fairy etc. I lost all faith in my parents and thought my mom was probably a cat burglar by trade and everything i knew was wrong, the moon landing was a hoax, etc.

my Mom told me as a young adult.. when one dos'nt have life insurence,
They put a bone up your ass and let the dogs drag you away

i used to believe that you never stopped growing. therefore, once you reached one hundred, you acquired superhuman strength and size. when some thugs broke our car windshield, i thought an hundred year old accidently leaned on it.

I once asked my mother that if people grew bigger as they got older, what happened to other things, like the table, or my toys... she told me that, obviously, they shrunk. So for a long time I believed that living things grew bigger over time and inanimate objects got smaller.... easy to believe since I kept outgrowing all my clothes.