That I'd hit a growth spurt.
Between my jerk older siblings and my onery dad, I was a gullible child.
- My dad and siblings had me convinced I was adopted til I was about 10 because I was the only one in my family that had curly hair. Problem is I look the most like my father than any of them.
- They had me convinced at 8 that the aspen tree's eyes were watching me and if I looked away they'd kidnap me.
- When I was 7, if I skied off on my own, the skifree monster WOULD get me.
- Throughout my childhood and even into my teenage years, they (Specially my father) told me that tapioca pudding has fish eyes in it. I still kinda think they are now saying it was a joke just to get me to eat fish eyes.
I'm sure there are loads of others but I can't think this morning. Let's just say i'm REALLY gullible. Which is why I like journalism because I have to look for facts to report something. I HAVE TO HAVE FACTS. I'm more skeptical now cause of all those LIES they had me believe as a kid but I'm still very much gullible.
Some of the things parents say strike me as giving kids potential phobias and psychological issues... sleep in a room with windows shut and you'll die? Pretty harsh worry to give someone :/
Apart from the usual santa etc,
"Eat your crusts, it'll make your hair curl"
Not sure why this was an attractive proposition as a kid
Last weekend Spuuky's family were helping us move house and they brought our niece and nephew along, both of whom are under age 5.
Nephew: Auntie Nicky, will you play hide and seek with us?
Nicky: Yeah, okay! You guys go hide, I'll come find you!
Nephew: Okay! *runs off*
Nicky: Okay, you better hide! One....two...three...
Nephew: *giggling*
Nicky: *walks out of the house and down the street, away from the children*
Bah. Other people's children.
Era Vulgaris
"My life's a chip in your pile. Ante up!" ~Setzer, FFVI
"Knights do it two-handed!" ~Drunkard, FFV
I have made it a principle that I will never lie to my kids. I had so many trust issues with my own parents (which I do not want to make public in any fashion) that this is, to me, an iron law. My children already know that they can ask me any question and I will answer as honestly as I can. That every decision I make has a logical reasoning behind it that I will explain to them in full. And when they inevitably ask me awkward questions or make requests whose answers or reasons are not appropriate for their age, I will tell them that I have a reason and that they should just trust me.
Now, that last bit is common to most parents - but if I work hard enough on the first half, instances of the latter will be infrequent enough (and my children will be so used to the idea that their daddy has a good reason for everything) that they actually will trust me.
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My older brother had me convinced of two lies when I was a little kid they were as follows:
1) My teachers were in fact androids as in the type from Aliens. This as a small child made me behave more at school than anything else as I was genuinely more terrified of the character Bishop from the movie Aliens than of any of the Aliens.
2) Santa was a martian who had a rocket ship, how else did he get around the world in one night. This was because I was a kid obsessed with planes and flight. I knew it took hours and hours to fly anywhere even at supersonic speeds. Otherwise my mom and him would have had to explain to a very young Steve and my sister why Santa wasn't real. I've continued this family tradition to my nephews and nieces.