Flashback to age 10

“I’m a Gemini!” One girl said to another.
I walked up to them and said “You’re a what?!”
“A Gemini,” The girl said “what sign are you?”
“Sign?” I enquired.
I pretended to be distracted by something else and said “Um, we’ll talk more about the signs tomorrow, I gotta go!”

That day, when I got home from school, I asked my mom. “Mommy, what sign am I?”
She laughed and said “You’re a Sagittarius, honey”
“A what?! I can’t even say that!”
“A S-A-G-I-T-T-A-R-I-U-S”
“Sagittarius, got it!”
“Your father is one too!”
(She probably shouldn’t have told me that part)

At school the next day, I walked up to the two girls and said “What sign did you say you were again?”

“A Gemini”
“Yeah, I’m a Sagittarius because my dad is one. So are both your parents Gemini’s?”

And that’s what I thought our signs were based on for the next 2 years.