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I used to believe that I could have my birthday whenever I felt like it. I still remember complaining to my mother that I wanted my birthday to happen sooner.
i used to think that on your birthday, you would not turn another year older until your birthday "party" started... so i was scared to not have parties
I used to believe that everybody had a separate date for their birthday and their birthday party. I would go around telling the neighbors " My birthday's march 7 and my party is march 9"
When I was turning 3 my Birthday party was actually the day before my real birthday but i thought that you turned older when you had your birthday party so all through the day i asked my dad "am i 3 yet?"
I used to believe that every year on your birthday fairies would come along and take your body and replace it with another one that was a year older.
I used to believe that there was a magical ingredient in birthday cakes that allowed you to age another year, and that's why you had to eat it.
I used to think that, on your birthday, you didn't actually turn a year older until you ate some birthday cake.
I remember when I was five, I stood anxiously at the bottom of the stairs on my sister's third birthday waiting for her to wake up and come downstairs. Since I usually couldn't have cared less about my sister, my mom asked me why I was so anxious to see her. I replied, "I want to see how much older she looks now that she's three!"
My birthday is on July 4th and, when I was little we always went to the park and had a picknic. Everyone including myself had fireworks back then and, all celebrated at the same time. Until I was about 6 years old I thought every one else was celebrating my birthday with me. What a disappointment when I found out the truth.
My son came crying to me about 3 days before his 5th birthday. "I don't want to be a girl" he said through tears. I had no idea what he was talking about, and couldn't calm him down. I could however figure part of the reason. I went looking for his older sister and found her laughing. She had convinced him that on his birthday he would automatically be a girl by telling him it had happened to her.
When I was little, I thought I had to like my birthstone color. I was born in February, so I loved purple. When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I told my mom that I wish I could like pink, and she told me I could. So we got into a huge arguement about how I had to like purple. But, I finally believed her, and I still love pink!
I used to think everybirthday you got a new name... I remember the day before my 5th birthday thinking about what my new name would be...
When I was around 5 or so I believed that your parents picked your birthday. I even asked my dad why they picked July 23rd as my birthday.
When I was in early grade school I had a friend whose birthday one year was on Friday the 13th. I wondered how come I never had a birthday on Friday the 13th.
My birthday is the seventh of December.
I was 2 weeks late, I was supposed to be born on Feb. 29th (it was a leaper year). I knew leaper year came every 4 years, so I assumed I was REALLY lucky I was late, cause if I was born on Feb. 29th I could only have a birthday every 4 years... So 4 years were equal to only 1 Year for me.
I used to believe that if I went around saying when my birthday was that people would show up with presents for me.
My brother's birthday falls on Memorial Day weekend. When we were little, we lived on the main street and the Shriners would have a parade that weekend, but I always thought the parade was for his birthday!
When I was 5 my Mom would say your Birthday is right around the corner. I use to run and look around the corners of the house looking for it. Who knows what I was think. But it was never there.
when I was much younger (I'm 21 now) I went through a short phase when I thought everybody had a birthday every month rather than once a year. I have no clue where I got the idea.
When I was five my sister told me many times that I was really twenty-five and on my next birthday I'd change back to my real age--twenty-six. She said I'd be reunited with my husband that day and have a baby. I believed her.