When people see me knitting booties they often assume there’s a new grandchild on the way and when I was younger they thought I was adding to my brood.
It’s amazing how often readers think the fiction stories or poems we write are true. A few years ago I won a prize in a writing competition about an elderly father having to give up driving. So many people sympathised about how hard it must have been for us but my Dad is still an excellent, competent driver (although, like most of us, he hates traffic!) and I’m sure he will still be heading off on holidays for many years to come 🙂 The poem was inspired by an elderly driver I followed home one morning, travelling at about half the recommended speed limit.
But . . . incorrect assumptions, mis-read signs etc do make for great stories with a twist ending!