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When I was six or seven I asked my little brother to marry me when we were grown ups so that we could live in a house and collect rocks together. He agreed.
I used to believe that a honeymoon was where you literally went to the moon and picked honey with your new spouse.
I used to believe that it was physically impossible to have a child until you got married, up until my surprise cousin came along.
when i was little, i didnt know there was such a thing as marriage. so for my mom to get a husband she was magically pregnant and gave birth to a fully grown man in a tux. i believed this until 4th grade.
My younger cousins all believed at around four that you could marry your cousin.I have had over six proposals from younger cousins...you learn to become very tactful
When I was about 6 I overheard my mother saying, 'wow, Judy chose a really nice boyfriend.' When I heard the word 'chose' I imagined a line of really handsome muscular men all waiting for me to choose one of them to be my boyfriend. I was so disappointed when I realized dating wasn't like I imagined.
When I was about 6, my parents left me and my sister with my grandparents for a few days to go celebrate their anniversary. Me and my sister believed that their anniversary celebration consisted of them dancing on tables in their underwear with roses in their mouths. My grandparents still laugh at us about it to this day.
My parents both had brown hair so I thought that you could only marry someone with the same hair color as you.
I used to think that sometime towards the ennof college, all the men would line up on one side of a field and all the women on another, and at a signal everyone would run at each other and the person you ended up with became your spouse! I had no idea of dating, courting, proposing, marriage was just random chance!!!
I used to think that my mom made babies from the baby making factory.
i used to believe that everyone who kissed in movies were married to each other. it just never made sense that they would kiss if they weren't.
As a kid I believed that finding a nice husband involved walking around the city looking for a friendly man without a wedding ring, preferably Chinese (?).
I always thought that when you were ready to get married, you would go to a huge warehouse of people and walk around until you found the one you liked.
For some reason in first grade I thought that teachers weren't allowed to get married or have kids. I don't know why I thought this knowing full well that my mom was a teacher...
When I was three my parents got married. My grandparents are I dropped them off at the airport for them to go on their honeymoon. In the car on the way home I looked up in the sky and could not for the life of me figure out how they would fit in the moon (it seemed so small in the sky). And why on Earth was it filled with honey. What a strange thing a honeymoon was...
I used to believe that you couldn't marry people with different eye colors as you.
I used to believe that I would save my very first kiss for my husband on our wedding day, but I would make my mom and dad leave the church so they wouldn't see me because I'd be embarassed.
When I was about 5 (early 1970s) I was thinking about how I might go about meeting a suitable partner when I was older. I thought it would be as simple as going up to the main road and waiting for someone nice-looking to come along, then asking if they wanted to get married.
When I was six my mom told me that nuns never get married. I came to the conclusion that all women that do not get married eventually become nuns. I even asked my aunt (not married & in her forties) when she was going to become a nun...
I used to believe a honeymoon was when newlyweds flew up to the moon and scooped honey off the moon to keep it in a jar forever.