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My parents were talking about O J Simpson when I was about three and I couldn't stop laughing because I was sure his name was really Orange Juice Simpson.
When I was very young, I believed that my parents actual names were "mum" and "dad".
when i was young i couldnt pronounce my sisters name, which is silvia i used to say, wavey ! how i got this out of silvia i dont know but my son who is not 15 could not pronouce a friends name at his nursey his friends name was Elliott but Jon insisted on calling his Idiot !!!!!
suppose that is the english language for you LOL
I used to think that girls could only have girl names and boys could only have boy names. I'm a girl, so my name must have been a girl's name. It wasn't util recently that I remembered this belief and realized my name is a boys name.
When I was a child I used to think my parents didn't have names. I remember when I started answering the phone people would call, and ask for my mother or father. I would inquisitivly ask who?? Then I'd tell my mom or dad, and they'd be like I'll talk to them. I thought their name was mom and dad.
I thought a teacher's last name was their first name. Since my teacher's names were, Mrs. Zen, Mrs. Murry, and Mrs. Francis I thought their names were in fact, Zen, Murry, and Francis.
I concluded Mrs. Francis had the only normal parents.
When my sister Kylie was about 10 some kid in the neighborhood came up to her and was talking about this girl that lived on the end of our street who killed little kids whose names started with the letter K. Poor Kylie got so scared that one day when we went to play at a friends house down the street she wouldn't pass the house that had been pointed out to her. She even started crying.Then to make things even worse the girl came outside and Kylie ran home screaming.
When my sister and I were kids, we couldn't say Lillian, so we called our aunt, Aunt Little. I just thought it was because she was short.
When I was little, my great-grandmother convinced me that if you said the name one person when you meant to say the name of a different person, that first person was thinking of you. Now
When I was 5 my cousin told me a story about his friend, Ryan Jackson. I dont know what the story was about because before he could finish I asked if Ryan was related to Michael Jackson. When my cousin said no, we got into an argument because I thought no one in the world could have the same last name unless they were related.
I used to believe Al Pachino was one word and a last name. Like Frank Alpachino or something instead of the actor. It makes sense right?
i used to get confused and think about the 'Alert' that was part of the caption on a coffee cup "Stay alert, its almost time for coffee", thinking it was some weirdos name. And that soemone was asking Alert to stay for coffee
My sister and I both have Lynn as a middle name, so one day my brother asked if that meant his middle name was Lynn too.
When I was little, our paperboy would come every morning. His name was Brad.My mom would always say, "Hi, Brad!" whenever he came in. I confused Brad with bread for some reason and i sometimes couldn't remember what the difference between bread and toast was, so one day he came to our door and I yelled, "Hi, Toast!" really loud so he heard.
He's never really liked me since.
When I was little whenever my mom got mad at me, she used to call me Alexa Q and so I believed that my middle name was Q up until 3rd grade when I had to take the SAT test and i put in for my middle name Q. I was a little dork.
When I was about 5 my older sister came home and she had to analyse the poem "The Raven" since that was my name I thought it was dedicated to me. I told all the kids at school how I had a poem written especially for me. That was until I met another girl named Raven.....
When I was young I asked my mom when I would change my name for a grown-up name. I was convinced that we were given a "child name" and that when we would grow, we would change name for an "adult name" like Rita or Gertrude.
When I was really little I used to believe that everyone in the world had a different name. We had a family friend name Ben. One day I was at the grocery store with my mom and the name of the person at the checkout counter was also Ben. My mom told me this, and I burst into tears, crying "There not be TWO Bens!!" (The poor grocer was wondering what was so upsetting about his name.)
That was when I learned the truth.
I used to believe that all fire engine drivers were called Dennis. Until my dad laughed and told me Dennis was the manufacturer's name.
When he was small, my brother's hero was Nelson. I remember us being told that Nelson's name was really DAVID HORATIO NELSON (my brother's name is David), and we believed our parents. It was only recently when I was reading about Nelson to my own son that I queried with my husband why the name David was not mentioned in the Ladybird book - OOPS!!!!!
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