If you died…you went to Heaven and would return in a few days.
No one in their right mind would harm children.
There really was a Santa Claus.
If you ate spinach, you would have muscles like Popeye the Sailorman.
My Grandma Lucille would live forever.
Sex was nasty.
Babies did not come out of a woman’s “you know what”.
I would never have a baby if it had to come out of my “you know what”.
One day I would marry Michael Jackson.
I would never give up playing with dolls.
When I grew up, I would buy all the candy I wanted.
I would never have any enemies.
It didn’t matter if you were black or white.
I would make enough money to feed all the starving kids in Africa.
….and most of all
I believed one day I would become a published author!
One out of 15 isn’t bad!!!