When I was around 13 or so, my dad told me he got Hepatitis from a sewage line he was working on in HS (he missed most of his senior year being on deaths door). I believed it for a while (as you CAN get Hepatitis from excrement), but alas he got it the normal way.
My maternal grandmother used to tell me she looked at and ordered photos during WWII. Turns out she assisted in identifying targets to be bombed and aided in damage assessment after.
I never used to think it strange my paternal grandparents lived together but in different room of their house, until one day after talking with a friend, I wondered. I asked my parents, and my dad responded that it was because my grandpa smoked and my grandma hated it. My mom responded she would have done the same if my dad hadn't stop smoking. Later I found out my grandparents were divorced from each other, but couldn't stand being away from each other.
Next is not really a lie, but traumatizing. I was around 5 and my family ate green bean casserole for dinner, one of my favorites and we had alot of leftovers. The next morning, there was a huge cockroach in the house (it had just rained) and my dad smashed it with a boot. It was very messy, and my dad stated, hey, this looks just like the casserole we ate last night. As we had left overs, my mom insisted on eating it again that day. I refused, but being 5 my parents forced me to eat it, which I promptly threw up. I admit I was being bratty about it (and worse), so even after throwing it up, they made me eat it again, which I threw up again. After the second time, they gave up and sent me to bed. Since then grean bean casserole makes me nauseated (sight, smell etc). And I hate green beans. It is interesting, as a southern family green bean casserole is a family favorite, and when we have Thanksgiving/Christmas/Easter meals, and have 20 people at my grandparents, casserole is always served and it has to be passed around me.
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