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I thought all girls were born in winter and all boys were born in summer. I also always thought that eventually, I'd be older than my brother and sister. I'd say "One day, I'll be 10 and you'll only be 5!" Even though I was the youngest. And we'd argue for hours about that.
When I was five I had an argument with my uncle...his birthday is in July, mine is in November. I tried to convince him that my birthday came first in the year because mine was in the beginning of the school year-he had to wait until summer (when school was over) for his...
When I was 6 in 1990, I used to think that when I turned 7 I would be born in 1983. I thought that the year you were born always changed as you got older.
I used to think that i was the oldest kid of my family because my birthday came first
My brother would believe that someday I would catch up to him in age! He would be so angry with me on my birthday, because he thought that meant I would catch up to him and pass him and then I would be older than him!
He was 3 yrs older than me. My birthday came a few months BEFORE his. So, I would turn a year older, but he would still be the same age. I would turn 4 and he would still be 6 yrs old. He didn't realize that in just a few months he would be 7 yrs old and all would be right with the world...until my next birthday! ROFL
I was born in September 1984 and my younger sister was born in August 1986. Well anyways, when I was little I used to believe that because I was born first that my birthday was just automatically first. I remember getting so mad because she got presents and a party before I did.
My birthday is in February and my sister's is in April. We were two years apart, so when I had my birthday, it would look as though we were only one. (As in, I would be 7 then, and she would be 8) I used to think that someday I would end up older than my sister.
My twin sister and I are the only children in our family. I used to believe that our birthday was a holiday, like Christmas or Easter because everyone around us seemed to celebrate it. It wasn't until we went to preschool and someone brought in birthday treats on the "wrong" day that I was corrected.
I used to think that my sign (cancer) was named after the disease. One day when I was probably in 5th grade my friend and her Mom were talking about their signs and they asked what mine was. I said Cancer...I don't like mine because it's the only bad one, why is mine a disease and yours is a scorpion?
Someone I know (honest!) has his birthday on December 25
and spent a long time believing he was actually Jeseus.
when i was young i thought my birthday fell on a different day every year. i remember asking my mom on my birthday what day my next birthday would be. boy, i was confused.
i believed what i was told about wishing for something before you blew out your birthday candles on you cake... if you don't tell anyone, it will come true. EVERY YEAR i wished for a horse and NEVER told anyone. i just knew the only way i was going to get one was to never tell... ever.
i never got a horse and my perents never had to listen to me beg for one.
that was a mean trick!
When i was little i used to think that I could ketch up to my brothers age (he was 6 at the time and I was 3). I thoguht that if I tried to grow really hard that I could get to be the same age as my brother.
My parents never liked to celebrated their own birthdays and I assumed that only children's birthday parties had candies and cake. So I assumed that grown-ups didn't grow up anymore because they didn't eat sweets on their birthdays while kids ate cakes and everything and grew taller/bigger overnight.
I use to think that your parents decided wether or not you were a boy or girl and when your birthday would be , I didn't know that the day you were born would be your birthday
For some reason my parents used to celebrate my "half birthday" (I was an only child). Since my birthday is September 17 then my "half b-day" is March 17, St. Patrick's Day. As a child I didn't understand that everyone's half birthday fell exactly 6 months from their actual birthday. I thought St. Patrick's Day was EVERYBODY'S half birthday and that was why we celebrated it!
My date of birth was July 6th; two days after America celebrates "Independence Day" on the fourth. Historically, my parents would combine the two holidays and celebrate them both on the fourth because my parents were off work on that day. Typically, we'd have the traditional Birthday Dinner & Cake and then attend a fireworks demonstration. When I was a child, I believed that they were sending up the fireworks just for me because it was my birthday! It was a real shocker when I matured and discovered that they weren't! But .... to this day, there isn't a fireworks display on the 4th of July that I'll miss. And, I'll allow myself to become completely ensconced in the experience and feel that wonder and awe that I did back then. I have always retained a bit of that childlike wonder within me, and it serves me well in life!
My birthday is on February 4th. When I was three years old, I thought that because I was turning 4 on the 4th, I would turn 5 on the 5th, 6 on the 6th, and so on and so forth. I wondered what would happen when I turned 28, though, until someone, I think my sister, explained...
My name is Erin, my birthday is shortly before St. Patrick's day, and I grew up in an area with a large Irish population. For a few years, I thought all the "Erin Go Bragh" signs in store windows etc. were for me! I couldn't figure out why they said "Go Bragh" instead of "Happy Birthday" or something like that though (I could read pretty well).
My birthday is November 11 - Veteran's Day. My mother's birthday is May 13, which inevitably falls on or near Mother's Day; my father's is on June 15 -- near Father's Day. When I was very small, I used to get upset that the city would put up flags in the park on my birthday but not on my parent's.