When I was around six my older sisters convinced me that I was adopted. Told me my real parents died in a plane crash My Mom sees me pouting, asks me what's wrong.I tell her what my sister's said, and she tells me it's not true. But she has a secret. She tells me Elvis Presley is my cousin. She starts dippity-doing my hair like Elvis, my Dad plays along starts calling me little Elvis. Lasted about a month, finally wised up.