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When I was about four I belived that as I grew older my parents would grow younger. I could not wait until they woudl be children and I would be the parent so that I could punish them for mistreating me. It was not mistreatment but rather punishment.
When I was about 4 years old, my older cousin who was a boy, told me that boys were always older than girls, and I believed him until I was about seven years old.
when i was four years old, i asked my mum how old she was. she said '21', as lying about one's age was common among women in those days (and, of course, still is!). When, two years later, her birthday arrived, I sent her a card saying 'happy 23rd birthday, mummy!'. She was 44. i guess when you are a small child one adult looks very much like another - whether they are 16 or 61!
I used to believe that the morning I woke up for college we'd have to buy me all new clothes because then I would be an adult and wouldn't be able to fit into child's clothes anymore.
My grandmother had alzheimers, and when I was little and heard the grown-ups talking about it, I always thought they were saying "old-timers".
My sister is two years older than me, and when I was a little kid, I believed it was possible for me to some day catch up in age with her and maybe even be older than her! At my birthday every year, I would anxiously check to see if we were closer in age than we had been before the birthday, but we never were...
My brother was born the day before me, only 11 years later.
For a while I think I had him convinced that he was a day older than me, but was a midget, (and that is why he was shorter...) AND therefore,he wouldn't ever get any bigger than he was.
It got him good, but only for a little while.
When I was 4 my grandma made a comment about being tired and old. I asked her how old she was. She then asked me how old I thought she was. I said, "80" (she was in her early 50's). If you weren't a child then you must be 80!
When I was very little, I thought all adults were perfect. That they never made mistakes in *anything* - like they would never make an error in addition or multiplication, or ever make a mistake. I also believed adults never did bad things, or got angry. I believed this until I was at least 4 or 5.
My baby sister who is 3 years old (I'm 21) thinks that one day when she grows up she will become me and I will be her!!
i used to think that when i turned 5 i would become a boy because 5 sounded like a boy age.
Until I was about 7 or 8, I used to believe that when you got to be 40, you suddenly changed into an old person who had lots of wrinkles, loose skin, flabby arms and legs and grey hair (for women) or was bald (for men), and needed false teeth, glasses, lots of medications, and adult diapers. I also believed that when a guy turned 21, he would suddenly grow a mustash and that it would completely grow back overnight if it was shaved off.
ok so when i was a young girl i always believed that when my shoes outgrew me, i would always think that my shoes were shrinking instesd of me growing! how stupid!
I used to believe that you would grow a little each year at your birthday, and when you turned 15 you grew a lot
I used to think that people keep growing taller till they die. I assumed that my grandparents were the size of a toothpaste tube when they were born!!
When i was little (like 2-3), I didn't know the names of any numbers over 10, but I knew that 11 and so on was 10 plus a number, so I would call 11 "10 dee 1" and so on. Everyone was really confused until I explained it to them. They soon set me straight.
In my culture periods are a hush hush topic and I had no idea what it exactly was until I got one.Before that I believed that periods was when you started leaking poop or something like that and I made a plan to stop pooping so no one would know I'd gotten my period
I can remember blowing a dandelion and wishing out loud to grow older than my older sister. I guess my concept of time was whacked, but I thought that maybe I would lap him in age...or something.
Adults lived in continuous perfect harmony with each other.
i use to believe that the teenage years started at eleven, as in eleventeen. but then twelveteen just didn't sound right.
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