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that_someone_special

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I was just thinking about something that a friend told me when we were younger.

She tried to convince me and a bunch of friends that if we stopped smiling entirely, when we got older we wouldn't have any weird wrinkles. :wink2: Crazy, I know. We were 10. I think I tried it for five minutes before I gave up.


Anyone think or do anything weird like that when you were young?
You know, things that TOTALLY made sense when you were little but now... =) :bigsmile:
 
When I was ten and first started horse camp, these two kids told me that the stallion on the other side of the barn would kill me. I believed them for a while. At 16 I was his only rider, and we had a unique bond that I'll never forget. He passed away a few years ago.
 
It's amazing what 10 year olds come up with :wacko:
 
Will have to think of younger stuff. One thing my mom told me was if I had too much sex, I would get stretch marks on my thighs. I must have been about 14 at the time and wasn't sure about the truth to that. lol
 
I was told that men never marry girls with freckles. I thought that was my fate for the majority of my childhood.
 
I thought my Dad would die when I was about 13 because my Mother's dad died when she was 13. Slight difference that I didnt
realize at the time (being a kid and all), my Mom's dad was 60 years old when she was born and died at 73. My Dad was 23
when I was born so not likely that he would be dying at 36 of natural causes.
 
*clears throat* My mom told us that the reason Dad never shaved his mustache is b/c he didn't have an upper lip. She said it was long nose hair. We believed this. We had seen pics of dad when he was in the Marines and he had no mustache and an upper lip. Do not ask why we couldn't put two and two together. I will not divulge how old we were when we realized this was so not true.
 
We had a creek near our house. I loved playing in it, finding Salamanders etc... Was a bit of a tom boy. One day my Mom says, if you keep playing in the creek, your bones will grow crooked.. I did stop playing in it, but only for a week.. :praise:

I know this doesn't fit exactly what was asked, but thought it fit....sort of...
 
My DH has some great ones. His dad was, well, evil. And really convincing.

To this day, DH, his brother and his stepbrother are all sure tarantula hawks exist, and that they've all seen them. It was Dad's ploy to keep kids in the car when running errands. "Don't leave the car! The tarantula hawks are out today!" Their stepbrother is more than 10 years younger and he pulled it on him too! Every single one of them convinced themselves they'd seen flying tarantulas. So funny!

And also, when we'd first started dating around 19 and 20 respectively, I ordered some barbecued pork at a chinese restaurant. DH looked at it and said politely, "Oh, you like rattlesnake?" He wasn't kidding! His dad had convinced him that the barbecued pork was actually rattlesnake. And he believed it until he was 20!
 
Kaleigh said:
We had a creek near our house. I loved playing in it, finding Salamanders etc... Was a bit of a tom boy. One day my Mom says, if you keep playing in the creek, your bones will grow crooked.. I did stop playing in it, but only for a week.. :praise:

I know this doesn't fit exactly what was asked, but thought it fit....sort of...
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It fits!

LGK... too funny!
 
LGK, your DH is too funny!

When I was in fourth grade we got to know a certain young man from India. Handsome, funny, intelligent, the works. My mom said that he was the prince of India, and that we are lucky to personally know such a good prince. When he married an amazing beautiful Indian woman, my mom told us that he is marrying a princess.
We were very close for years until they had to move back to India. Following packrat, I won't tell you how long I believed it.
 
bean said:
I was just thinking about something that a friend told me when we were younger.

She tried to convince me and a bunch of friends that if we stopped smiling entirely, when we got older we wouldn't have any weird wrinkles. :wink2: Crazy, I know. We were 10. I think I tried it for five minutes before I gave up.


Anyone think or do anything weird like that when you were young?
You know, things that TOTALLY made sense when you were little but now... =) :bigsmile:
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I did something similar when I was around 5. I thought if I didn't bend my fingers, I wouldn't have those unsightly knuckle wrinkles. I thought it was a brilliant plan but it only lasted for, I don't know, FIVE minutes. Very short phase but I remember it well.

When I was 2 or 3 I went through a much longer phase where I would dart into the refrigerator whenever it was opened, and take off with a stick of butter. I'd eat as much as I could before somebody chased me down and took it away. Don't get me wrong, I still like butter. Just not by the stick full.
 
Well, I always said I would never marry or have children. I would live on my own for the rest of my life.

Fast forward many years and I find myself an unemployed suburban housewive. Don't get me wrong, I am VERY happy with my life but I sometimes marvel at "what a long, strange trip it's been"!

The most "living on my own" is that I have my own bedroom because my husband snores like a freight train and we had to sleep apart before I either went crazy from lack of sleep or smothered him with a pillow.
 
LittleGreyKitten said:
My DH has some great ones. His dad was, well, evil. And really convincing.

To this day, DH, his brother and his stepbrother are all sure tarantula hawks exist, and that they've all seen them. It was Dad's ploy to keep kids in the car when running errands. "Don't leave the car! The tarantula hawks are out today!" Their stepbrother is more than 10 years younger and he pulled it on him too! Every single one of them convinced themselves they'd seen flying tarantulas. So funny!

And also, when we'd first started dating around 19 and 20 respectively, I ordered some barbecued pork at a chinese restaurant. DH looked at it and said politely, "Oh, you like rattlesnake?" He wasn't kidding! His dad had convinced him that the barbecued pork was actually rattlesnake. And he believed it until he was 20!
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Hah! :bigsmile:
 
Too funny, LGK!

I can only imagine that this comes from my friend not really paying attention in girl's health day in elementary school, but my friend told me that on your 9th birthday you started bleeding and you'd never stop. The night before my birthday, I made sure to double up my underoos and put on PJs that I didn't like so they wouldn't be ruined.

Also, when I was little I used to pronounce "Italian" "It-a-LEE-an". Yeah. Still haven't lived that one down.
 
My dad has always been quite the teaser.
When I asked him what all the marks on the windshield of our car were, he told me they were boogers flicked from the truck drivers. It wasn't until I started driving that I figured out they were bugs.

He also put RainX on our windshield, and I remember driving on vacation, falling asleep along the way, waking up when it was raining, and he told me the rain would bead off the windshield because we were going "warp speed." I was amazed!

In an effort to combat picky eaters, my parents would always tell us if we ate the crust off our sandwiches, we would get curly hair. Don't ask why we all wanted curly hair, but my mom made it sound like something we wanted, so we always ate the crust!
 
I loved to take my dad's shoes off when he got home from work. He would ask me which foot smelled worse and I would go back and forth sniffing each foot trying to decide!

When I asked my dad why he was bald, he said they shaved it when he went into the Marines and it never grew back.
 
My mom always bought me Godiva starfish filled with raspberry for Christmas. When I was younger I had a slip of the tongue. I bit off a tentacle and finding it was very good held out my starfish to her and said, "mom, you want a bite of testicle? It's really good!"

I also asked my mom if she had to study by candlelight. I was serious :bigsmile:
 
puppmom said:
I loved to take my dad's shoes off when he got home from work. He would ask me which foot smelled worse and I would go back and forth sniffing each foot trying to decide!

When I asked my dad why he was bald, he said they shaved it when he went into the Marines and it never grew back.
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My mom and aunts did the same thing with my grandpa! Is was supposedly the highlight of their evenings. You're not alone :lol:
 
Bunny007 said:
When I was 2 or 3 I went through a much longer phase where I would dart into the refrigerator whenever it was opened, and take off with a stick of butter. I'd eat as much as I could before somebody chased me down and took it away. Don't get me wrong, I still like butter. Just not by the stick full.
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Ha, I did this too! I'd eat great big dollops of it with my hands. My parents thought I was a weeeiiiirdo!

I refused to go to the toilet after watching Jaws, around age 6 or so. I was convinced sharks could navigate the (admittedly rather narrow) plumbing system.

I never walked down the stairs. I had to mount the banister and slide down.

Until about age 7 I knew - KNEW - that I had magic powers. Probably brought on by the fact that my dad had me convinced that it was my magic powers that made the windows in the car go up and down and not, as I know now, the electrics.

When I was really young, if my parents didn't keep a close eye on me in shops I'd start handing out merchandise to passers-by. Unfortunately I did quite a lot of damage in an upper end hat boutique once while my parents were engrossed in conversation with the owner. They were all day trying to sort out that mess!

I changed my name aaaall the time for a period of about a year or so. I'd only answer to whatever I was currently calling myself.

I loved small, enclosed spaces and was pretty obsessed with cardboard boxes. A few nights I insisted in sleeping in my favourite cardboard box (the one the dishwasher came in). My parents had to make up a little bed for me in there. I'd also often be found in the hot press encased in blankets and towels.
 
my mom just told me yesterday that I used to play with her elbow skin as a toddler-- apparently it would distract me if i was fussy-- so weird.
 
I thought of some other good ones.

I was obsessed with three particular movies. Dirty Dancing, Top Gun and The Land Before Time. I watched them over and over in order all day every day until I was around five.

I used to watch tv while hanging out in bridge position... no joke... I've been a yogi since I was a toddler...or a gymnast one of the two.

I used to eat bowls of cool whip like ice cream.

I used to run around on all fours whinnying like a horse. The horse thing started pretty young.

In pre-school everyone got an award for graduating. I got the award for best cheese bagel eater. I had one every morning. As I got older it became cheese toast, and finally bagels with cream cheese.

I used to refuse to go to restaurants unless they had one of the following : macaroni and cheese, cheese sticks or cheese cake..... do we see a theme here?

I used to insist that a black panther lived in our woods. Reflecting, I'm assuming it was just a black cat.

I used to sleep with a huge outdoor fan blowing on me. I think I get this from my grandfather, who has to have airflow in the room and who travels with his windows down (which I also require both).
 
I was a butter eater too. I loved the stuff. Couldnt get enough. I would scoop out hanfuls and run.

I once ate an entire strawberry no-bake cheesecake for breakfast.

I was scared to death of toilets and would not got in one I didnt "know".

Whenever it was time for dinner I would make laps around the kitchen table as fast as I could.

I had a wild imagination and would make up elaborate stories and then start to believe them myself.

I remember being very young and wondering if people that had blue eyes saw everything with a blue tint, green with a green tint and so on. It was years before I realized that I didnt see everything with a blue tint and had blue eyes.
 
My first words in English (Russian is my first language) was "SHUT UP"...true story.
 
Apparently I had a thing for brushing my teeth. My aunt always tells me how she was utterly fascinated with the number of times 3-year-old-me could brush teeth. Repeatedly. Eventually my mom had to confiscate the toothbrush, usually after about five repetitions of tooth brushing. Well, I don't have a single cavity at age 33 so maybe that obsession payed off?!

Until about junior high I refused- utterly refused- to wear pants voluntarily. Always skirts or dresses. Mom felt the need to enact "Pants Day" which came about once a week and was always a huge battle. (Why she cared about that when she would let me dress in gawd-knows-what awful thing I got at Goodwill, I don't know.) As an adult, I regressed at about 20 and went back to my former skirts-only policy. You will *never* see me in public in jeans!

I had a favorite blanket- well, who didn't?- but I always insisted the blanket get the first good-night kiss. It had to be one particular corner I had decided was the blanket's face.
 
oranges said:
my mom just told me yesterday that I used to play with her elbow skin as a toddler-- apparently it would distract me if i was fussy-- so weird.
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LOL I did something similar, I used to pinch the skin on top of her hand and tell her how squishy it was all of the time. :wacko:

I love reading all of these...

My little brother was a butter eater too..he would try to steal spoonfuls at dinner.
 
If any of you are from So. Cal, you may know what I mean when I say,

"pussy cow, pussy cow, pussy cow."

(It actually should be "Go see Cal, go see Cal, go see Cal). :lol: :lol: :lol:
 
My sister and I are 1.5 years apart and I convinced her that my mom bought her at KMart :lol: I think she believed that until she was in middle school :lol:

When I was little I was obsessed with eyeglasses. I wanted them so bad and would ask family for their old pairs. If I scored any I'd pop the lenses out and then wear them :oops: Ironically, when I actually had to get glasses in highschool I hated them. My parents made me wear them (obviously) but I quit wearing them as soon as I went to college. I just went around blind until I moved in with my now DH and lived in an area of town that I wasn't familiar with. I couldn't see well enough to read road signs, etc. so finally broke down and got contacts and a new pair of glasses. To this day I hate wearing glasses and if I run out of contacts I just go around blind like I used to :lol:
 
sphenequeen said:
If any of you are from So. Cal, you may know what I mean when I say,

"pussy cow, pussy cow, pussy cow."

(It actually should be "Go see Cal, go see Cal, go see Cal). :lol: :lol: :lol:
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I thought it was "Goat See Cow". (Seattle area had the same commercials.)
 
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