A childhood belief about places

One afternoon when I was four or five years old, I happened to be in the kitchen when my parents were talking about somebody going to Miami. I had never heard the word before, so I thought they were saying two separate words: My ami. I didn't know what an "ami" was, but since they were talking about somebody going to see theirs, it appeared that there was a trip involved. So I asked, "When are we going to go to see *my* ami?" Mom said, "Never mind." I took that as a signal that I had an "ami", but I wasn't supposed to be asking questions about it. It was some years later, after I learned how to read maps, that I realized that they were talking about a city in Florida.