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I used to think that orange squash was called 'sum' because when my mum would pour my brother a drink she would ask me 'Do you want sum?'
Rick
I used to believe, that robinsons tropical fruit juice,that is a horrible green was poison and I would never drink it when offered.
Laura
if you drink water from unsafe places, frogs will grow in your stomach...
Olivier
I used to believe the man on the label of Tasters Choice coffee was Mr. Rogers from Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood. He DOES look like him!
queeneve
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When my brother was around seven or eight he developed a strange obsession with orange juice. At one stage he was drinking so much of it we began to get rather concerned. The truth was finally revealed one morning when my mum spotted him carefully examining a carton. 'Mum', he said. 'If I drink loads of long-life orange, do you think I'll have a REALLY long life?'
Clare Batt
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I was told by a friend that cherry cola was made from the bodies of red ants and consequently spent a good hour staring into a bottle of said drink to check if there were any in there. There was no indication of whether black ants contributed to Guiness or if lime cordial was the product of greenfly.
Benj
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I used to think that 'Dilute to taste' meant that if you didn't add water you couldn't taste it. One day I downed a glass full of undiluted Ribena and realised my error.
DegenerateTaoistJuggler
I used to play a handheld video game on long road trips with my family. The only time that I was able to beat the game is when I was drinking mello-yello. So that soft drink had to be good luck for me.
Now who's to say that I outgrew it, at my wedding we had a fountain flowing that beautiful yellow nectar.
jack sampson
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One of the saddest moments of my life, and the pivotal moment that ended my childhood innocence and started me on a life as a bitter cynic, occured the morning after one of my parent's parties.
It was early on a Sunday morning, probably in the fall of 1964 or 1965. There had been one of my parent's parties the night before. My father was an executive in a construction company, and often held parties to which he would invite clients and business friends. When my younger brother and I came downstairs to the family room in the finished basement, there was the usual collection of empty beer bottles, filled ash trays, rumpled paper napkins and such. Our parents were still asleep upstairs. We knew not to try to swig the leftover beer from the bottles (my brother had found a cigarette in one after the last party). I had always been fascinated by hard liquor, in particular by scotch. I had gotten the idea somewhere that scotch must taste like butterscotch. Perhaps I assumed that because of the evident gusto with which some of my father's friends drank the stuff. At any rate, I decided that this morning was the time to taste scotch for myself.
Taking the half-empty bottle from the ledge which served as a bar, I removed the cap and took a large drink directly from the bottle.
Of course, I immediately spit what was left in my mouth out across the room in a fine spray. The portion I had already swallowed was rapidly searing a path through-not down-my esophagus and boring a deep hole in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't breath, I couldn't talk. I could only choke and gasp, trying vainly to convey to my brother that I was in the process of dying.
When I could finally catch my breath and utter comprehensible sounds, I told my brother that "Dad must have put kerosine in this bottle!"
Well, that was it. The moment when I realized that childhood fanasies were just that-fantasies, with no basis in reality. Reality was sharp and bitter and stung and burned. Scotch did not, of course, taste at all like butterscotch. Grownups drank the stuff not because it tasted good, but for some other horrible, yet to be determined but undoubtedly evil, reason. So it would be for all my naive childhood perceptions. They would all have to be abandoned or at least re-evaluated in light of this painful new experience.
March Warn
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My dad used to bring me a cup of earl grey tea before he went to work each morning. I always thought it was normal tea that tasted funny because my Dad had dropped some of his aftershave into it by accident. Now I know its just poncy tea!
Andy
When I was about 6 I remember our whole family going to the house of friends of the family. My older brother was drinking this black liquid with his friend. I wanted to try some. They told me that it was a drink called Aloc Acoc and that is was poisonous to me. Of course I was mystified by how they could drink it and looked up to them both....until I discovered the empty Coca Cola bottle......I was a simple child!
Ed T
My broher told me that people who pushed the wrong bubble (on drink lids from fast food resturants) were forced t eat bugers if anyone caught them. I believed him for the longest time and always pushed the right one after that.
Karissa
My Grandmama always told me that if I drank coffe it would rust my gizzard. I never drank coffee because of her telling me that, and today I still haven't drank any although I know that we don't have gizzards!
Brennie
I used to believe that glasses "sweated" like I did. When I sweated, the water inside of me came out. So when my glass of water sweated that was the water in my glass leaking. Then one day I realized that I was drinking coke and the sweat was clear! I was so embarassed.
dld
My dad told me that if I drank coffee, my feet would turn black.....I wonder if that had anything to do with me never acquiring a taste for the stuff?
Malinda
One hot day, as a thirsty child, I stopped at a store to ask for a glass of water. The counter clerk gave it to me, but as I was about to drink it, he yelled, "Stop! You have to wait for the bubble to disappear. If you drink it the way it is, with all the bubbles you'll die." I waited for the bubbles to disappear and then drank. For years I believed him and always waited for all the bubbles to disappear before drinking a glass of water.
Alex Levy
I believed when adults said they didn't drink that meant they didn't drink anything. Not even water! How thirsty those poor adults must be!
lisa
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My mother was going to have a friend over who was a recovering alcoholic. The day before, she warned my father, "Whatever you do, don't offer her a drink." The next day, my father wasn't home. When the firend arrived, my mom asked me, "Won't you get Mrs. X a nice glass of lemonade?" and I immediately responded: "But mommy, you said we weren't supposed to let her drink anything!"
Russell
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when my mother said someone 'didnt drink' that this referred to everything, not just alcohol. I dont know how they survived...mabye they were some human version of a camel.
Gareth B Jenkins
When I was little I always wondered why the water at McDonald's tasted so strange. My dad told me that it's because McDonalds used old dishwater.
For years I pictured McDonald's employees, mad that I didn't buy a soda, scooping up used water out of a dishwasher.
(Now I know it's because the water comes out of the same tap as pop.)
mike
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