Thursday, October 20, 2016

That Time She Convinced Me I Was Adopted

Once upon a time, a little five-year-old Native American girl had just watched Disney's Pocahontas. Obsessed with the story, her older friend convinced her that she was Pocahontas and that the tree in her back yard was Grandmother Willow. Seems like a crazy story, right? Well, it happened to me.


This was about 20 years ago, and I was an impressionable young girl. I knew from my dad that not only was I Native American, but I am (technically speaking) a Native American Princess. An older girl in the neighborhood, we'll call her Ally, convinced me that I was actually Pocahontas.

I can't remember all of the details, but I do remember her telling me that I was Pocahontas, she was the best friend in the film (who's name I can't even recall) and that the big tree in my yard was Grandmother Willow. It wasn't even a willow tree, y'all.

She did such a good job of convincing me that I confronted my parents about it. She had told me I was adopted and that my parents weren't really my parents. I asked them, with all the fury a five year old can muster, why they never told me. I demanded to be taken to my "real" parents and got even more upset when they laughed at me.

At first they didn't think I was serious, because why would they? They knew they were my parents, and they didn't know that Ally had been convincing me of this for days, if not weeks. As soon as they realized I was serious they sat me down and explained that I am not Pocahontas, they are definitely my real parents, and the tree in the yard was just a tree.

As you can imagine, they were pretty upset with the neighbor girl. They kept me from her for about a year or so after that. And to this day, that is the craziest thing I've ever believed about myself. Looking back, I see how silly it is to think that I could be Pocahontas since she was a different tribe AND had been dead for a few centuries by the time I was born. But damn, I sure did believe it at the time.

Now when I drive through my childhood neighborhood I can't help but think of that story when I see the tree. I also can't help but think about the absurdity of it all.


What is the craziest thing someone convinced you of as a child? Let's chat in the comments!








No comments:

Post a Comment