My 3 older sisters, 5, 6 and 7 when I was born, had heard somewhere that one out of 5 children born is Chinese (this was the early '60s), so they wanted our parents to have another child after me so it would be Chinese.

I, on the other hand, never believed anything. There were way too many unbelievable things in fairy tales and big sister's stories, so (as a musical instance) when I moved to Virginia and saw Lynchburg and Danville on a map I was astounded, having assumed that since the mighty rough road between them was from a train wreck song that they were legendary places, not real.