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I used to think that your 'golden birthday' was when you were as old as your parents. After a while it dawned on me that this would be physically impossible.
When I was little I used to think that our parents could pick out any day and that would be their kids birthday. I was so mad at my mum because she didn't pick Christmas day to be my birthday. I finally realised what it really meant when I was 6.
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!
My grandma's birthday was on the 4th of July. She used to think that she was soo loved that everyone would celebrate her birthday with fireworks, parades, and parties.....during a history class at a young age and was proved otherwise
I used to believe that on your birthday you were alowed to either chose to leave the earth forever or stay another year. I found out it wasn't true when I didn't get asked that on my birthday.
My sister told me that since I was a Scorpio, I would turn into a scorpion on my 21st Birthday. Currently, I'm 20 and my birthday is only 2 months away and I'm still a little scared! :)
When my brother was born on my 3rd birthday, I thought he was my birthday present. I ran around saying he was mine, he was my present.
Years later I asked my mom if I could return him and she told me there were no refunds, the store was closed.
When I was a child I used to think you only grew on your actual birthday. So on my birthday I would stare hours at the mirror. I guess it's because once I asked my mom when I would be bigger, and she probably said: "when you turn 5".
My birthday is on Guy Fawke's night and for years I thought that all the neighbourhood let off fireworks to celebrate my birthday.
I was born on my sister's second birthday. For years, when either of us went to a friend's birthday party, we could not understand why THEIR siblings weren't also celebrating a birthday!
We had assumed that all siblings were born on the same day.
when i was about 4 i was about to turn 5 (my birthday is dec. 23) my dad drove me around the neighborhood. and naturally i thought that all the decorations were for me. imagine my disapointment when i found out it was Jesus's birthday that they were celebrating. for a long time i wouldnt go to church because i thought he stole my birthday!
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 the day you turn 70 you would get thin, hunch backed, weak, sick, and old. My dad's turning 70 next year and I'm not so sure he'll get like that.
I used to believe that my birthday was celebrated on the 22nd of every month... I actually expected presents! When I didn't get any, I thought my parents had forgotten, and I would wait for the next month!
I used to believe that EVERYONE got a car on their 16th birthday.
I used to believe that people born on leap year would only age once every 4 years
My Grampa is heavily into genealogy and because of that, my sister and I were told that I was related to King Henry the VIIIth and she was related to George Washington since we were very small. She just happens to share a birthday with him as well, so I thought that's why she, and only she in my young mind, was related to him for quite a long time!
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).
when i was little i believed that your social security number was the number you were born on the earth
When I was about 4, and my sister was around 3, we were discussing christmas. It must have been pretty close, because we were getting very excited and discussing how many days were left. My mother heard us talking and said off-handedly that she hoped it didn't get skipped this year. We naturally asked what she meant, and she said, "Didn't you ever notice how sometimes when you wake up after going to bed on Wednesday, you wake up and it's Friday? Sometimes days just don't happen, and you can't get them back. It's really a shame when it happens on Christmas or someone's birthday." Well this was a revelation to us both (needless to say) and we anxiously held our breaths until Christmas was safely past. My mother forgot to tell us she had been kidding, and for several birthdays, Christmases, Halloweens, etc, the two of us worried if it would happen this time. It never did, and we eventually forgot the incident, only to remember it again and know it was all a joke at our expense.