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

IrishEyes

IrishEyes

Sharon
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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:
 
Ronni said:
I ate my bread crusts religiously, waiting for my very straight hair to turn curly.

I never swallowed my chewing gum, believing that it stayed in my tummy….and I don’t remember what was supposed to happen after that, just that it was something dire!
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Oh crap, is that why I have curly hair? If I'd have known I would have cut those suckers (crusts) off religiously!

p.s. I always swallowed my chewing gum, mostly out of defiance, but also to ditch the evidence.
 
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Pepper said:
DADDY PLANTED A SEED!
Always pictured my dad shrunk down in mommy’s belly and using a hoe. Made perfect sense.
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I asked my mom when I was 4: How do you know if there's a chick in an egg or not?
She said: If the rooster was there.
Okay. So the chicken is about to lay an egg and the rooster pops his head around the corner of the barn and instantly it has a chick in it. I was at least 35 when we had chickens in the office garden. I thought: How can you know if an egg has a chick in it? Oh of course. My mom told me. If the rooster was there. If the rooster was there???? Ooooooh that's what she meant. My goodness.
 
IrishEyes said:
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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Myth buster: Frogs and toads don't cause warts

There were often little frogs called hoptoads in the yard. My goofy grandmother said to never touch them or I'd get warts. 🤣
 
When I was 7 I was friends with the girl next door and she had a brother in his teens. One day she said
she snuck in his room and found a book of drawings with boys and girls and how they were different.
She said his private parts is the shape of a cats tail and has hair on it.
So there I was picturing a cat's tail with human hair covering it. She didn't quite have that
description real detailed.
 
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