I used to believe. . .

awhile back, I posted a few things I used to believe as a child. Guess what? There’s MORE!

I used to believe . . .

• that when a woman was pregnant and had the baby, all the belly magically went away. Now that I’m old enough to actually have kids and some of my friends do, I realize that while a lot of the weight does leave with the baby, it doesn’t disappear and go back to normal. I think this falacy was helped along by a Barbie couple I had. She came to you pregnant (a big dress, I think) and when you decided it was time, you could give her the babies. That’s right, babies. Twins. A boy and a girl. (I also had a lot of boy/girl twin dolls. Because I was one, I guess?) And the Barbie Momma went back to being the fashion model she was after this “birth.”

• I believed that a colorful, talking worm lived under the dresser in my parents’ bedroom. I think I actually dreamed this one time and it sort of worked its way into being reality for me when I was really little.

• I thought the phrase “Midwest farmers’ daughter” in the Beach Boys’ “California Girls” was all about me.

• I thought every family listened to and played John Denver songs. Then I found out it was just mine.

• I believed that commercials were live and happening as I watched. And felt sorry for those kids on Saturday mornings who had to eat that cereal over and over again. (Not a big fan of cereal!)

• I thought everyone knew what traveling was in the game of basketball and watched it religiously. I was going to high school games when I was so small that I could sit on the part of the bleachers where your feet went and put my legs under the seat in front of me and use it as a desk. Because I did.

• I thought coffee was gross and tasted like “boiled weeds.”

• I believed that my Grandpa Marion came back from WWII with no hair because it actually did get “shot off.”

That’s enough for today! Have a good one!