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I thought I was the only person in the world with the name Josie and if anyone else was named Josie they'd get arrested. One day while going to the bank with my mom I heard a man calling his little girl, "Josie come here!" I quickly ran up and corrected him.. "You change her name right now or she's going to jail and it will be all your fault!" My mother grabbed me, apologized and we were sent home. I thought this was because they wanted to clear out the bank before they arrested the little girl. Then one day I was told otherwise when I asked my mother if I can apologize for getting her put in jail. Boy, was I disappointed..
When I was younger, I thougt that Benadryl was only for my brother, whose name is Ben. I thought that if any other person took it, they'd turn into my brother. Imagine my horror when my mother tried to give me a spoonful one day..!
My one son Conlan (who was four) was trying to get his twin brother, Torin's, attention one day by repeating his name over and over: "Torin, Torin, Torin, etc." When Torin ignored him, Conlan started shouting "Mister Torin, Mister Torin, etc." because that how you got your teacher's attention. I just laughed and said, "Conlan, it's just regular Torin." So then Conlan started to shout, "Reglar Torin, Reglar Torin, Reglar Torin!!!!!" (incorrect spelling intentional)
When they said "Houston we have a problem" ... I didn't know they were talking about Houston, Texas, I thought Houston was a guy's name.
I used to believe that i was the only person in the world who had my name. My nickname was Cassie, but it was used so often, it just kinda became my name. I was very angry when another girl in my small catholic elementary school stole my name from me. I had to be called Catherine instead, my real name. I hated it.
I used to believe that my name meant tongue. strange? I think so
when I was 4 I didn't want to come down to see my dads friend because his name was Barney and I thought he was dinosaur
I used to think that poly anna was a person
I used to believe there was a girl named "Alyssa Naimes" because on the announcements one morning they said "A LIST OF NAMES will be hung on the bulletin board." I ran down to the bulletin board because i thought they hung a girl on it!
My dad's name is Mark - and when I was 5, my best friend's dad's name was Mark. Seeing as how those were the only two dads I knew, I thought all dads were named Mark. When I started going to school, a classmate of mine mentioned his dad's name was Dennis. For the longest time, I felt bad that he didn't have a Mark!
I used to think that when you became an adult (at about the age of 13) you had to change your name to an 'adult' name. This was because I had never met an adult with the same name as my kiddy friends, or vice-versa. It seemed very plausible.
I think this was made worse by asking my mum how old people were when they changed their names, and what adult name I would like to have. Misunderstanding me (she thought I didn't like my name and wanted to legally change it) she told me it could only happen when I was grown up.
when i was younger(about 10 or 11) my parents never used to use me and my sisters names. like one time my sister was in the people next doors drive way and my dad yelled DAMNIT! WILL YOU GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE". or like one time when i was in the bathroom for a really long time my mom yelled " JESUS CRIST! WILL YOU GET YOUR ASS OUTTA THERE"?. So one time it was raining out side and i was still outside playing and my dad came to the door and yelled "DAMNIT! GET IN HERE"?. i looked up at him and said "Dad i'm jesus crist".
My sister thought (not more than one year ago, she is now 14) that John Doe was an actual person.
My older brother's name is Michael, but because I could not pronounce him name when I was little, I called him My My, and corrected many people including my parents when they called him by his proper name.
We had first grade reader books that used the characters "Tom", "Dick" and "Jane" that described their family adventures. These were not uncommon names in the 50s, and I actually had brothers named Tom and Dick. For a while I believed that all families must have someone named Tom and Dick if they had boys, since those were the names in the reader book.
When I was little, I used to think that your appearance was based on your name. Like, for instance, all of the people named Sarah would look alike. I based this on the fact that my aunt, whose name was Barbara looked like Barbara on "One Day at a Time." My mom explained to me that Barbara was just a character's name and that the actress' real name was Valerie. I didn't really understand, but I then decided that I wished my parents had named me Valerie so that I would grow up to look like Valerie Bertinelli
I have a younger brother called Zac. In New Zealand, ANZAC day is a war holiday thingy. My brother was about 5 and he asked me what ANZAC day was. I told him it was the day they eat all the Zacs. He started crying, and asked mum if he was gonna be eaten. She had no idea what he was on about.
My grandmother completely convinced her little brother that he was adopted because his name didn't end in a y-sound like the rest of their family's names did. He never told their parents, but still worried years later that he really was adopted.
I was named Elizabeth, after my aunt. My family has always called me Beth, and she went by Betty. I always thought that when you were named Elizabeth, everyone called you Beth when you were little; and when you were an old lady, they called you Betty. I'm 32 now, and i'm still waiting for people to start calling me Betty.
I used to beleif that my mom's name was mommy. Then one ay, I was playing at my friend's house and when she said " Mommy...... can you bring me some water?", I told here " Wow! You mom's name is Mommy too!"... the look she gave me marked the beginning of the end of my naive childhood!
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