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When I was younger proabaly around the time I was 5 to 7 years old when my family and I went to the mall my two older brothers told me the maniquins were people who didn't pay thier credit card debt to the stores and were killed and filled with concerte to pay for thier debt. I used to worry everytime my parents bought something.
I used to believe that freestyle meant you could choose between breaststroke and backstroke.
In the 1990s, when I was a kid, I used to believe that Michael Jordan was the tallest man in the world!
I used to think that football players (American football that is) were not human. They wear those helmets and massive shoulderpads, which I thought were actually their heads and the shape of their bodies. I was very surprised the first time I saw one of them take his helmet off!
I remember once thinking that a game of cricket was about the two batters hitting the ball up and down, trying to hit each others wickets, and the fielders were only there to retrieve the ball.
My mother told me that every time I spent a dollar of my allowance, a butterfly would die. Needless to say, I had about 500 dollars racked up by my 8th birthday.
When my father and little brother used to watch football on TV, the commentator would often make references to players being in the "penalty box". This was a specific area of the pitch from which penalty shots were taken.
I thought the "penalty box" was a big metal or wooden box that stood at the side of the pitch (near the manager's stand), and that players who'd committed a foul were locked in there until the end of the game. There was a little window so they could watch how their team were doing, but they had to sit in the box and reflect on their actions.
i used to believe that the country Thailand was actually 'tyre-land', a magical place with tyres and elephants to play with.
When I about 5 years old, my Grandmother went away on a trip. When I asked where she was going, I was told: "Buffalo". I cried for days afterwards, afraid for her safety. In my mind, Buffalo (NY) was a huge open space full of big, mean Buffalos. Eventually, my mother figured out why I was so upset, and set me straight.
Around age 8, I got to help my mom work the concession stand at the recreational soccer fields on Saturdays. She couldn't understand why I was so excited to sit in a hot shack all afternoon. I cried when I was told that I didn't get to keep the money from all the candy and Gatorade I sold.
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