Fables, Stories, Excuses, Lies: Show us one adults told you when young.

IrishEyes

IrishEyes

Sharon
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Midwest
My Grt-Aunt wouldn't allow anyone to turn her car Radio on in the 1950s-early 60s.
Us - "Auntie Grace, can we listen to music?"
Auntie Grace - "No dearie, radio's burn gas and I need the gas to get us there."

Never did find out if she believed that or just telling us that so she didn't have to listen to it.
I always wondered why every one else did let us.
 
DH & I took DD to see Sesame Street Live when she was about 4. When we passed the snack area she saw brightly colored cotton candy and wanted some, despite having no idea what it was.

DH shook his head sadly and said, "I'm sorry, kids under 7 aren't allowed to eat that." She fully accepted the "law" without a challenge, despite all the very little kids who were eating it. (And making an absolute sticky mess of themselves, I might add.)

The three of us still laugh about that.
 
An old girlfriend of mine told me that she and her younger sister got into their grandmother's Morris Minor when it was parked at their house. They tried all the buttons and switches in the car, and suddenly the windscreen washer came on. They weren't sure which switch had started it, so ran in to tell their mother. She went out to see what the problem was and soon found which switch to use to turn it off. However, she then told the girls off for wasting so much of grandma's "special liquid" that was used to clean the windscreen, and had them in tears.
 
I had those seed warts on my palms of my hands when I was about 13. We used the wart removal stuff
but they just grew back because the seed didn't die. At that age I had no idea why I had them or why they kept
growing back. I sure wasn't playing with frogs at that age.
We had to do square dancing for P.E. at school and I was so embarrassed to have a boy hold my hand for that.

My grandpa sat me down and had this long strand of twine and a pen. He made a knot and rubbed it on a wart
then made a small x on the wart. He continued until every wart had been marked. There were close to 100 of them.
Grandpa took me to his garden and gave me the string and told me to bury it. I was so confused.
Then he said "When you forget about this string, those warts will be gone, I swear to you, trust Grandpa!"

Well, of course, I looked every day and no change and thought it didn't work and gave up. One day when I
picked up the hair brush I noticed they were gone. Man! I had a magic Grandpa.
Little did I know he researched them and found out they die after a certain time period. He told me this years later.
He did love me thinking he was magic though :ROFLMAO:
 
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