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I used to think my dad was the WWF world wrestling champion.
My dad told me that when he was in high school, he was the state champion. All I heard was “wrestling champion”. I thought that he beat Hulk Hogan AND Andre the Giant, and I told all my friends so. How else could you be a wrestling champion, if you never wrestled Hulk Hogan?
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I used to think my dad knew everybody in the world.
I guess every little kid thinks things like that about their parents, but then again, my dad talks to anybody like he’s know them for 100 years. He would go in to buy milk and come back with the life story of everyone in the store. He still does this now; if anything, it’s worse. So after the 50th time or so you see some random person walking around and your dad just happens to know that his wife died 4 years ago and his oldest kid lives in Texas, where he runs a successful underwater basket weaving business, you have to either accept the fact that he knows everybody, or you have to acknowledge that he’s psychic. He’s not though, he gets his information the old fashion way: by talking your ear off. (Something I would never do, for the record)
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I used to think I knew all there was to know about fashion.
I’ll wait for anybody who knows me to stop laughing. I remember being about 5 and giving my dad a lesson on how to look cool: Step one, you pick out socks with colored bands on top that matched your shorts. Step two, you pulled them up as high as they could go. Step three, walk around like the coolest cat in the neighborhood. Actually, that look probably was pretty cool in the ’80’s, so maybe I *did* know all there was to know about fashion back then. That would certainly have been the last time.