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- Firemen start fires.
- Getting fired means being set on fire.
- You can be literally anything you want - animal, vegetable or mineral
As a child, I overheard my mom talking with someone about an acquaintance who got fired, and literally took it to mean that people who do a bad job get killed by being thrown into a fire. For a while I was terrified of what would happen if I wasn't good at my job when I grew up
When my husband was a kid his mom worked as a bartender, and he thought that meant she was allowed to get drunk at work. How else was she to know how the drinks she made tasted?
I used to think that my teachers knew everything.
I was once a young, Catholic schoolgirl who didn't think that nuns had to pee. I also didn't know that Christian monks existed- I thought they were all "Chinese Pagan." Thank goodness I never said that ot loud.
My cousin and I had a long conversation about popularity and princesses when we were little. We were convinced that if we became really popular, people would elect us to be princesses and we'd live in huge mansions.
I saw a lot of Geico commercials. I thought that "15 minutes could save you 15% or more on car insurance" meant that the longer you talked on the phone, the more money you would save. If you could keep them busy for 100 minutes, your insurance was free!
I used to believe that being a nun was a job. I thought you went in for your hours and came home to your husband and kids just like any other job. I wanted to be a nun to wear the habit and imagined coming home to cook dinner for my family
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I thought if someone worked full time it meant they worked 24/7 and never did anything else!
I used to think that whatever you wanted to do as a job when you got older, that is what you would do. You just had to choose. I didn't factor in doing well in school and all that stuff.
When I was around 5 I got the kind of mines that blew up and the kind that people dug in for coal ect. Mixed up. I knew that the kind that exploded were pretty small so the idea thatc anyone could get in there was hard to picture so I figured miners were vrry tiny people.I was further confused when my dad said mining was a dangerous job because of the explosions which further reinforced my misconception.I remember imagining a line of little ant like miners filing into one of those round iron mines with the lumps on the outside through a tiny door while sad music played in my head.
At 4-6 years old, whenever I heard a fire-truck siren in the distance, I would run outside with a plastic fire-hat and axe. I assumed that if the firemen saw me in uniform, they would pick me up in their truck so I could help them battle a blaze.
I thought that when you bought something you gave the person money and they gave you some money back. Always. No concept of making change. Or checks and credit cards for that matter.
When I was VERY small, I used to think that being a prostitute was the best job ever- getting paid for something as great as sex sounded....
My dad told me that when he was younger he worked for his dads construction company as a go-for (like 'hey kid, go for this or go for that) but I got confused when writing a paper in elementary school about my dad and said he had a job as a beaver.
I believed that when people were fired, they would literally be thrown in fire and engulfed in the flames. I used to tell my mom not to fire anyone while playing because I didn't want to burn anyone.
I used to think that those masks doctors wear during surgery was to prevent them from vomiting all over their patient.
When I was younger, I would look at the papers on my Dad's desk. When I saw the contributions to his IRA (Individual Retirement Account), I thought he was giving money to the Irish Republican Army.
I used to believe that teachers lived at school. Until I saw my 2nd grade teacher at the grocery store once and asked my mom why she wasn't at school. On a Saturday.
At some point, I became convinced that my aunt and uncle had the job of putting the filing in Pop-Tarts. I held this notion for an embarrassingly long time (well into elementary school), and to this day cannot figure out why I started to believe that.