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I believed that when you were one, your birthday was on the 1st of whatever month, and when you were two it was on the 2nd and so on and so forth until you dies, when your birthday was on the last day of the month. I thought that I would die when I was 28 because my birthday is in February. My mom had to explain to me that my birthday would always be on the same day (and she added that I'd only die when I drove her crazy and she ate me. I was scared of her after that).

I used to believe…

You can't get in trouble on your birthday. On my 6th birthday I decided to test this theory. I took a hammer to my babysitters brick outdoor grill. I got in big trouble.

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Mom used to tease me when I was younger, because I was such a "fuzzy" child. She told me stories that I was born with a tail like a monkey, and that they had to cut holes out of my diapers to let my tail out, until finally they had the tail surgically removed.

I hated those stories.

I was a pesky little sister to two older brothers and apparently annoyed them with my constant chatter. Finally, they told me that we are all born with just so much air in us, and the more we talk, the more air we use. In solemn tones they said that when all the air is gone, we die, and I was very close to using all of my air. Since they didn't want to lose me, I ought to think about not talking.

Of course, I believed my brothers completely, so from then on I didn't say a word to anyone. My parents, suspicious (as always) that my brothers were behind this change in my behavior, eventually made them confess their lie, but it took them a long time to convince me otherwise.

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when i was little my dad told me that when i lied a big red line would appear across my forhead, I spent many an hour after that sitting in front of a mirror saying the biggest fibs i could think of.....dad then said only adults could see the line, I was 13 when i stopped believing in the red line

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When I was little, I assumed (incorrectly) that all people got to choose their own nicknames, and it was only a coincidence that many of them were shorter versions of their actual names (like 'Sam' for Samantha). I thought that everyone else was just really bad at thinking up their own nicknames, and since I liked the name Jennifer so much, I decided my nickname would be Jennifer.

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My dad told my brother that they bought him at Sears and the box was still in the garage. If he didn't behave, they were going to pack him up and send him back! He believed that for years!

I used to believe that my next-oldest sister and I were twins because for years we celebrated on the same day every year. Never mind the fact that she's _5_YEARS_AND_2_DAYS_OLDER_ than I am!

Told ya I was a weird kid!!!
:-P

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My birthday is near Christmas, my dad would drive me around the different neighborhoods to look at all the decorated houses, then he would tell me that all these people knew it was my birthday so they put lights up on their houses to celebrate my day. At 5 yrs old, I believed every word he said!

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There was a boy at my elementary school named Ashley. I always thought he was a girl, as he was slender with large blue eyes and short blonde curls. Until he moved away in fourth grade I thought he was a she and he was always invited to my slumber parties, and would come. It wasn't until fifth grade that my best friend Carly pointed out that Ashley was a boy.

I hope I didn't make him gay with those makeovers...

PLEASE don't name your sons Ashley, no matter how much you love the movie Gone with the Wind!!

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When I was about 9 or 10 I used to play a game with my younger brother where we would tie a towel around our necks to look like supermans cape. Unfortunately for me, my brother believed that the towel would enable me to fly so he pushed me off the top of the stairs.

After that he didn't believe the towel could make me fly any more.

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As a six year old boy , I was very dissapointed and upset when I heard a boy call his brother by my name,Joe, I thought I was the only one in the world with that name.And to worsen things that other Joe looked very obnoxious to me.

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When I was a little girl, I used to believe that all of the kids that wore saddle shoes were retarded. Imagine my shock and disbelief when my own mother actually bought a pair for me and wanted me to wear them! Even at such an early age, I remember thinking, "Is she trying to TELL me something??" :-)

I used to believe that if i pulled my t-shirt over my head, that i could turn into Captain Caveman. When this was over, and i lowered my t-shirt, i then became Gary Adams, a fictional creation of my own, only becoming myself after a non-specific period of time had passed.

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When my sister was young, she asked my mom and dad why you shouldn't marry your brother and sister and have babies with them and she thought they said (my parents deny that they told her this)that the government wanted you to meet new people. So in 8th grade biology, the teacher asked this question and my sister raised her hand smugly thinking she was a genious, and she gave the answer and was laughed at by the whole class. Poor Katie...

i used to believe (very logically) that there were only 365 people in the world. that way, everyone got their very own birthday that they didn't have to share. (i guess i didn't consider twins, huh?)

I was probably in second or third grade when my mother was reading the book Jane Eyre for a class, and I asked her what it was about. She gave me a brief outline of the story, and I was very interested, particularly in the part about the crazy lady up in the attic. I asked why she went crazy, and my mother told me it was because her name was Bertha. I completely believed this (wouldn't YOU go crazy, if your name was Bertha?), but my mother didn't realize I did until she heard me telling a friend, in all sincerity, the story EXACTLY as it was told to me. It just cracked her up.