So, we all know it - as a kid, you'll believe anything. What weird stuff did your relatives make you believe?
I'll obviously start. With me, it was my Grandfather. He took a Überraschungsei (Kinder Suprise, this thing that you poor Americans aren't allowed to eat: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinder_Surprise). He carefully unwrapped it and split it open. He took out the toy, assembled it and took it apart again. He put it back in, carefully pressed the halves together and re-wrapped it.
The next day, he told me he had Röntgen-eyes and proved it by telling me exactly what was in the egg. For about a year, he always had to invent excuses when I asked if he could use it for me.
Probably the biggest one was his scar. He had this big scar on his belly, really gnarly. He always told harrowing stories about hunting an animal that caused the scar. But, you see, he told that story to about three different generations. Each time, it became even more AWESOME. He actually forgot what animal he told it was to my mother (a bear) and told me it was a tiger. We all believed him until we were way older - he just always seemed like the kind of guy to go on a safari and have adventures. (I later found out that he had never left Germany... except he smuggled himself into East Germany and out of it. So he did have adventures! But that's another story.)
I'll obviously start. With me, it was my Grandfather. He took a Überraschungsei (Kinder Suprise, this thing that you poor Americans aren't allowed to eat: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinder_Surprise). He carefully unwrapped it and split it open. He took out the toy, assembled it and took it apart again. He put it back in, carefully pressed the halves together and re-wrapped it.
The next day, he told me he had Röntgen-eyes and proved it by telling me exactly what was in the egg. For about a year, he always had to invent excuses when I asked if he could use it for me.
Probably the biggest one was his scar. He had this big scar on his belly, really gnarly. He always told harrowing stories about hunting an animal that caused the scar. But, you see, he told that story to about three different generations. Each time, it became even more AWESOME. He actually forgot what animal he told it was to my mother (a bear) and told me it was a tiger. We all believed him until we were way older - he just always seemed like the kind of guy to go on a safari and have adventures. (I later found out that he had never left Germany... except he smuggled himself into East Germany and out of it. So he did have adventures! But that's another story.)