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When I was in second grade, my teacher was teaching us the months of the year by using the rhyme "30 days hath September, April, June, and November..." However, she kept saying "...MAY, June, and November..." My birthday happens to be May 31, and I spent several days believing that I had never been born.
I was born on Halloween, and until I was about 10 or 11 I used to believe that the costumes, trick or treating, parade, etc. were all in honor of ME.
I was born at exactly 9 o'clock at night, the time "dallas" used to come on tv (at least I think it was dallas). On my 5th birthday, I put on a pair of fuzzy slippers and stood in front of the TV. Dallas came on, but nothing happened and I started to cry. I thought that you only grew on the day and at the time you were born, so when I didn't feel my feet grow in the fuzzy slippers I thought I didn't grow that year. My mother just laughed and said "I TOLD you you need to drink your milk!"
I believed that there was an actual number inside you, somewhere near your stomach, that would change on your birthday. I swear I could feel it "changing" when I woke up on my birthday.
when i was little i believed that your social security number was the number you were born on the earth
I was born on Halloween, and up until I was eight or so, I thougt the whole holiday was just a celebration of my birthday.
Up until I found this site, I also used to think that I was the only vain little kid who ever thought something like this too. I feel much better now. :P
iwas told that if u cry on your birthday you would not get any bigger 4 a whole year
I used to believe that you grew on your birthday. On my 5th birthday I was inconsolable at bedtime because I wasn't any taller than when I woke up.
My earliest memory is the night befor emy third birthday. Naturally, I was very excited at turning three(!) and had butterflies in my stomach. I believed that feeling was because I had a big two inside my belly and, overnight, it was slowly changing into a three! Why? I have no idea!
I had my birthday party at an aquarium when I was 5. While we were eating our lunch, a worker came along with someone dressed up as the mascot "Sammy the Seal". She asked me when my birthday was and surprise surprise, that was Sammy's too! Obviously, this was an out and out lie, but being 5 and terrified, I just accepted it.
I never thought about questioning it until I was 15. Why??
My birthday is on Guy Fawke's night and for years I thought that all the neighbourhood let off fireworks to celebrate my birthday.
Until i was about 11 i thought you were supposed to be born on your mum's birthday if you're a girl and your dad's if you were a boy. i thought my brother had been born 5 months late!
When I was 4 I believed that My birthday was like any other holliday, meaning that I believed everyone celebrated it. I had a birthday party, and when guests arrived, and they wished me "Happy Birthday", I would say "Happy Birthday to you too!"
I used to believe that on my birthday I was the boss for the day and everyone had to obey me.
My brother would believe that someday I would catch up to him in age! He would be so angry with me on my birthday, because he thought that meant I would catch up to him and pass him and then I would be older than him!
He was 3 yrs older than me. My birthday came a few months BEFORE his. So, I would turn a year older, but he would still be the same age. I would turn 4 and he would still be 6 yrs old. He didn't realize that in just a few months he would be 7 yrs old and all would be right with the world...until my next birthday! ROFL
I'm a New Year's baby and up until I was about 5 or 6, I thought the countdown at midnight was for me. Sadly, the self-absorption hasn't dissipated.
I used to believe that on your birthday everybody would worship you! (I guess I was wrong).
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).
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.
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!!!