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I convinced my sister on the day of her birthday as she was licking the candles on her cake that candles were made out of ear wax:D she didnt lick them til she was 12
I used to believe that people only grew, physically and in age, on their birthday.
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!"
At school we had a display board to show everyone's birthdays in the class (it was a picture of a train and you all had to draw a pic of yourself to stick on it). I was devasted when my teacher said that mine was on May 11th cos that was the date it had been on the year before! I thought you could choose and that my rights as a child had een totally violated!!! LOL!
I used to believe that you would only ever grow on your birthday, so on the morning of my sixth birthday I was very dissapointed to find that I was approximately the same height as the day before. I had expected to be at least a foot taller.
When I was little (before school) I would insist that my birthday was Remember 2nd because I knew that was a word and I thought November was a word my family made up to trick me, since they would laugh every time they asked and corrected me.
when I was little I thought that the army base open-house that happened each year was Smokey the Bear's birthday party (he promotes fire safety in commercials), there would be kids games and sometimes cake. I thought he just really liked tanks and so went for an army theme, and being a celebrity he could afford to go all out. It was such a big place that I didn't find it that strange if I could go for the whole event and not see him.
I didn't realize the truth until I was in my late teens reminiscing with my parents about how I used to love going to Smokey's birthday... they were a little confused.
When I was a child my parents used to tell me the fireworks were for me. (July 3) One day in class believe second grade the teacher asked, "Does anyone know what the fireworks are for on July 4th". To which I responded with, "Their for my birthday" I don't remember exactly what was said after that, but I did know the reality.
I thought you didn't have to go to school when it was your birthday.
I used to believe that I was the oldest child. It wasn't because my birthday was earliest in the year (although that is true), it was because on all the TV shows the oldest child is always so much cooler than the youngest, and I thought since I am clearly so much cooler than my older sister, I must be older. Wow, I had a big ego.
When I turned 6 on June 6, I thought that the following year my birthday would be on June 7, and the year after that it would be on June 8 etc.
When i was about to turn 5, i was also about to start kindergarten. i knew that my mom always said that when i was 5 i would go to school, so i thought that if i never turned 5 i would never have to go to school. So, i asked my mom to cancel my fifth birthday (which i thought was possible). i thought that if i never had a birthday party i would just stay 4 forever! my mom made up for it by giving me a really fun party, we went to a gymnasium and it was pretty cool.
My Birthday is on the 4th August, the same day as the late Queen Mother (Queen Elizabeth of England's Mum). Every year the Royal Marine Band would march and play happy birthday to her, this would always be televised for the evening news. My mother told me that they were playing it for me which made me fee very important, especially as my brother never had the Royal Marine Band playing for him on his birthday. I believed this until I was about 8 years old.
My mother, father, and brother are all born in September. I'm born in April (hence my name!), so I somehow believed I was inferior to them. And when I found out my two best friends were born in September too, I regretfully informed them that I wasn't able to be friends with them anymore!
When I was three, I was convinced that once my little brother turned three, he would turn into a girl. My logic being that I was three, and I was a girl, so it only makes sense that he would turn into a girl once he hit that age.
I used to think that a birthday suit was a special outfit you wear on your birthday
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.
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!"
My birthday is in the middle of July, around the time of the British Grand Prix which takes place near the English village of Silverstone, occasionally my birthday fell upon the same day as the race. I knew that Silverstone was quite near to where we lived, but just how close was a mystery. Anyhow, each year the flying diaplay team the Red Arrows would fly around the area with their trails of smoke leaving pretty patterns in the sky, and my loving parents declared to me that they had organised the display in honour of my birthday. This made feel very special, as I was little. It wasn't until we moved to Silverstone, 4 miles down the road, in 1993 when i was 7 that I realised that my mother and father were compulsive liars and that the Red Arrows had nothing to do with my birthday, but were in actual fact to celebrate the British GP. They even drew hearts in the sky to "show you how much we love you". I'm 16 now, and more ignorant than naive.
My cousin told me when I was 6 that Chuckie from Chuckie Cheese's was evil and wanted to eat me. On my Birthday we went there and my mom wanted me to take a pic w/ Chuckie. He had to chasew me around the whole place and I have oit all on video! My cousin got a kick out of it.