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When i was younger(about 5) my brother told me you had to marry someone with the same middle name. My middle name is lee and the only other person i knew with the same middle name was an annoying little boy in my school. I began to cry and ran upstairs my mom followed, and i explained what happened and she still doesnt let me forget it.
when i was age 3-6 my mom babysat all my friends for a living. we debated between 2 theories for marriage, one was that you had to marry the person if you kissed them, the other was that you had to marry someone if you went on a date with them. I flatly refused to believe the first and whenever one of my friends told me that, i remember correcting them that that was wrong but that the other was right. I was very stubborn on this subject. I don't remember why this was but i think it had something to to with my neighbors who were older than me and i think eigther they believed this or they were playing a joke on me.
The first wedding I went to was last summer, so I wasn't too familiar with the exact wording the minister used when he wed the couple.
I used to think, when he asked the man, "Do you take, Ms. so and so, to be your awfully and dreaded wife?"
When I was little I thought that when you got married they would hand you a baby and you couldn't kiss the bride untill she named it.
When I was young I used to believe that I have to marry my sister. Like all parents have one boy and a girl and they have to be wife and husband!
I used to believe that boys married boys and girls married girls, and I argued that one with my mom for quite awhile...yeah...that really explained why my mom is a woman and my dad is a man...
When I was little I used to beleive that when a guy got married his name was automatically changed from the full version to the short version (such as Phillip becomes Phil) and he would have to use that version. I got this because my dad, uncle and most of the other guys in my family all used the short version of their name and I was horrified about that because I hated (and still do) the short version of my name (Matt).
When I was little I thought that a honeymoon was when the Husband and wife went to the moon and eat honey.
I used to believe that when a couple eloped, they stepped inside a cantalope and the priest was in there to marry them. That's why thier parents would always say "You can't elope! (cantalope) We want to be there!" because they couldn't see inside the cantalope.
I used to believe that woman had to pay to keep their last name when they got married!!!!!!!
I used to believe that when people were crying at weddings, it was not that they were happy for the people getting married, it was that the family and friends would miss the couple very much while the couple was on their honeymoon. I always wondered why they cried so much, after all, the couple wasn't going to be gone for TOO long!
I used to think that women could only marry men who were older than they were. I was so relieved when, at age 6, I discovered that the little boy I had a crush on was exactly one month and one day older than I. Otherwise, I would have had to stop liking him.
I used to believe that you got married right after you finished high school or college.
I remember playing with my Barbie dolls while our babysitter was taking care of me when I was about 5 years old. Barbie and Ken were getting married and I recited the vows for them. "Do you Barbie, take Ken to be your awful wedded husband?"
My babysitter laughed and said "No, Brooke, it's 'lawful' not 'awful.'" I refused to believe her and continued to insist that it was, indeed, "awful".
When my sister and I were small (younger than 5), in the house where we lived we had one of those giant glass water jars -- you know the ones, that in the 70's people used to put peacock feathers in; it was about 2 feet tall, maybe a foot and a half wide. My mother told us that it used to be her house; that, before she met our father and married him, she'd been a genie, and had lived in that bottle. She told us how it had been decorated, with lamps and silk cushions and so forth; it had evidently been very comfortable. She'd decided to become human so she could get married and have children, but she liked to keep the jar around to remember her old life by.
i used to think that when you went to get married, you picked out a girl from a group that came to the wedding.
i used to think marriage was way babies are made, but that women can also make them on their own (that is why there is such thing as single mothers)
When saying wedding vows instead of saying "do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife", I thought it said "awfully wedded"
i used to believe that you had to marry someone with the same hair color as you. why i believed this i really don't know, my mom is a white blonde and my dad is venezuelan with thick curly black hair.
I have another one. When I was a little bit older, right after I found out that kindergarten wasn't a mass-wedding...I began to form, not really a crush, but what I thought was going to be a forced marriage. Everyday my family would go over to this couple's house named "Aunt Kathy and Uncle Jon's". Then they would force me and this little terror named "Scottie" to play together. It wasn't until during my kindergarten year that I figured out that Aunt Kathy was my mom's sister and Uncle Jon was her husband. It wasn't until 2nd grade that I found out that me and Scottie weren't going to be forced to marry, but that he was my cousin!