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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.
When i was about 5 or 6, the only month i knew the name of was September, so whenever anyone asked when my birthday was, i always said september even though my birthday is in october!
In the mid 90's, I used to believe that babies who were born in the year 2000 would live forever.
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.
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...
As a very young child (kindergarten-age or so), I believed that it took longer for my birthday to come around every year because it was in January--at the beginning of the year. In my mind, I had to wait for the WHOLE year for my birthday to roll around, whereas everyone else would, I guess, be having multiple birthdays. Ah, sweet innocence.
I used to belive that however many pieces of cake you had determined how old you were turning!
My birthday always falls in the same week as Martin Luther King day, often within a day of it. Since my dad had a government job he always had the day off. I naturally assumed that he got to spend the day at home because of my birthday!
My sister uesd to think that you did a whole year's worth of growing in the night before your birthday.
When I was five years old, I said to the 10-year old neighbor that if he were five years old too, then we'd be twins.
As a 4 year old kid, I was always dissapointed to beleive that my cousins were older than my after only 5,10,12 months etc.
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.
My mom led me to believe that when I was turning 10 that I could really be 16 if I wanted to skip 6 birthdays I was really angry with her when I found out it wasn't true.
When I was little I my baby brother was born in July so after that I thought all babies were born in July and then they got to choose what month they wanted thier birthday to be in.
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.
i thought I got one year older when my family sang the birthday song.
Sometimes for my birthday, my parents ordered a cake with my name on it. I thought they just dropped by the bakery to buy it. I remember thinking, how did the bakers know it was my birthday and how did they know my name.
I thought that when a child turned nine they were presented with a mini airplane so they could fly over other peoples houses and spy on them. On my ninth birthday I asked my mom where my airplane was, needless to say all of my spying dreams were crushed.
When I was 4 years old, I heard people say that I was 4, and I didn't recall any mention of my age before that. So I thought my age started at 4.
Until i was about 8 or 9 i used to beleive that there were exactly 365 people on earth because each person had one day as their birthday just for themselves