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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!
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 use to believe that had to wait longer for my birthday than my sister because her birthday is in January and mine is in September. So I had to wait 9 months after her birthday but she only had to wait 5 months after mine!!
I used to believe that I would get older the exact time I blew the candles at the birthday cake. So, I would get mad if some friend blew my candles, because I was afraid of being a child forever. Also, I was afraid of blowing any candles besides the birthday ones, because I didn't want to become old.
when i was a kid i used to believe that it will be better to die on the exact date of your birthday, sort of ending a cicle...where does this comes from?
My cousin's birthday is on Dec. 31st. My aunt and uncle always had a big bash that included the entire extended family. I though my cousin was born at exactly midnight because everyone would start hugging and kissing and blowing noisemakers.
when i was younger one of my older brothers told me i was just a joke that our mom brought home one day because i was born on april fools day
When I was younger I used to believe that there was a birthday moose b/c I had read a story where a moose delivered a bears birthday present or somthing like that.
When I was in kindergarden, I thought my birthday was november the 31st, which is no such thing. My mom isn't american and has an accent, so when she told me it was november 30th it sounded like 31th. My sister caught on to what I thought when I was in first grade, and told me my birthday was on the 30th,just in time, cause in that grade, we made a birthday tree, so it was just in time.
When I was in third grade my best friend made me believe all muslims actually celebrated their birthdays on new year's eve. I thought that was true for years after that!
when i woke up on my birthdays when i was younger, i threw off my bedsheets in the morning and looked at my legs expecting to see that they had grown.
My name is Pamela and one of the fondest childhood memories I had was of watching Sesame Street on my 6th birthday whilst my mother was preparing cakes and dinner. That day, Sesame Street had been sponsored by the number "6" and the letter "P". I was utterly convinced that my mother had conived the makers of the program into doing so to honnor my birthday. I was uncontrollable with glee and there was simply no dealing with me after that.
When I was young, once on the bus a girl asked me when my birthday was, and I told her it was in the pink panther month(February).
My birthday is Dec 31st. Until I was 7 or so, I used to believe that the New Year's Eve parties around the world were commemorating my birthday. Imagine, billions of people celebrating my birthday!
My birthday is July 4, my parents and grandparents told me that the "fireworks" were set off in honor of my birthday every year. I believed it for the longest time.
Someone I know (honest!) has his birthday on December 25
and spent a long time believing he was actually Jeseus.
I used to believe that my birthday was when the new year started and everyone turned a year older on that day. Everyone else just had to wait to get older until my birthday (My birthday's actually in the middle of June).
I believed their was an Indian girl that lived in Canada that had the same birthday as me and was the same age as me, and it was really her in the picture on the birthday card she sent me. Coincidently, my grandfather used to tell be bedtime stories about an Indian girl. Hmm. Unfortunatly, I was a very skeptical child, and soon figured out that my grandfather had bought a birthday card for me while he was in Canada, and written me a letter as if he were the girl. Hence it was in his handwriting. I couldn't have been more than 6.
I used to think that your birthday changed every year, and that your parents just decided what day it was.
My grandpa's birthday and my own are on the same day; I had a really hard time trying to work out why he was older than I was.