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When I was a kid, I was convinced that everyone in the world lived to be 100 years old. I even rationalized that when people were angry with me, it was "because they were upset that they only had 64 years left to live, and they were jealous that I had 95." Hmmm, must have been a parent? :)
I used to believe that when you grew up there was a magic age, that when you turned 25, you would magically know everything there was to know and life would make complete sense.
I used to believe that when you were a grownup you knew everything there was to know and you never had problems like kids do. I can remember being so happy when I didn't fall down and hurt myself anymore.
I used to think that adults never cry.I think this might be common because when you were a kid and the adults would say "oh don't cry big girls/boys don't cry".
When I was around four or five, I used to believe that adults were just born adults and that children were just born children. Being a somewhat eccentric child who was bothered by the stupidity of what were normal kids, my mother got a great laugh when I exclaimed rhetorically - 'Why couldn't I have been born an adult!' The frustration stayed with me right up until about puberty, even after matters had been cleared up for me.
When I was around six, my grandma came to visit from a different state. I saw her push her false teeth out with her tongue, and for years I believed that it was a trick you learnt as you got older. Whenever I was bored, I would try to push my teeth out with my tongue. I was determind to do it, to show my friends. I was disappointed that I couldn't do it!
my friend and i told her little brother that she used be a boy and that he might be a girl when he grows up and he believed us.
When I was 5, I used to beleive that you never stopped growing, and that when I was 100, I would be so tall, my head "would go through the roof".
I used to believe that old people were wrinkly because they spent too much of their life swimming
My brother is six years older than me. For a reasonable amount of time I was pretty sure that eventually I would grow to be older than him someday...
i used to believe that when you grew up you changed your name to something else. i thought i would change mine to george.
im grade 2, my teacher said that she was 2000 years old and i belived her
When I used to watch my grandmother read, she looked down at the book so that it looked like her eyes were closed. After seeing my mother do this too, I figured that when you got older, you were able to read books with your eyes closed!
I used to beleive that when you grew up to be an adult, you would be able to see your own eyeballs without the use of a mirror
When i was in about 2nd or third grade, my Mom would always tell me that when you turned 7, every parent cooks their child and eats them (wierd, i know)... so i remember sitting on the play ground at school, and looking at all the older kids (older than seven) and assuming they all ran away from home since their parents never cooked them... i started making my own escape plan, and really freaking out for when my birthday would come. then i turned seven, didnt get cooked, and im TOTALLY going to say that to my kids when im older.
a friend of my little sister's had 4 older brothers, so she thought that when you got older you grew a penis!
When my twin cousins were about 3 my brother convinced them that when people got to old they got sent to a factory and made into hamburgers!
One of them even wallked up to my grandma and said, nanny i dont wont u to get turned into a hamburger! Then she asked what rice was made of.
when I was little, I used to think that everyone was a child but someone invented adults to take care of us.
I used to believe that when people go older, their hair would turn white (of course), but also that their eyes would turn light blue. I only had my elderly relatives on my mother's side, who all had white hair when they were still fairly young, and beautiful blue eyes.
Having an older sister when I was four lead me to believe that if things progressed logically I would first be a boy, then a girl then a man, then a woman because, well, it just followed a pattern didn't it.
I thought I had it all figured out, I argued my point, my sister said I was wrong, she said, "go ask mom" ... my argument deflated.