language

I used to believe…

when i was real young and stupid, i used to think that the only reason people spoke different languages is because they couldn't say all of the english words right.

I used to have a chart of the alphabet on my bedroom wall. I remember, at about the ages of four, spending a substantial amount of time repeating the phonetic sounds of the letters in a vain attempt to find the letter that made the 'ch' sound. Needless to say, I never found it.

I used to believe…

When i was a little girl , my mother asked me if i wanted to go on holday to france. i was very excited because i thought i knew the language because we had french place mats at the table. However i was hugely mistaken when i got to france and ordered an ice cream my mother said "well say thank you dear" not knowing what to say i replied "thankqwaa" . My mother was morified..the french man laughed lol.

I used to believe…

One day when I was four my mom was teaching my little brother to say frog... well he said couldn't make the r sound. I yelled "He didn't say frog he said fog".... My mom thought I had said the f word and for years after that I thought fog was a bad word.

I used to believe…

When i was about 6 or 7 my brother (older) told me that VD stood for verbal Diarrhea, meaning that any one who spoke al lot and spoke fast ad Verbal diarrhea.
Once,during my aunt's funeral ( She was quite talkative and also spoke very fast) i over heard some of my relatives discussing her death. Eager to but in i remeber vividly saying "Yeah, i think she had VD. don't you ?" my mom was sipping a drink and nearly the entire contents came out through her nose.

I used to believe that priceless and worthless ment the same thing. So whenever we went to someone's house and they would describe the artifact as "priceless", i used to wonder why are they so proud of it?

I used to believe…

Whenever I couldn't read a word, I would just make up something in its place. So, whenever I would read to my mom or something, she would chuckle or something at my completely made up word.

I used to believe…

When I was in 2nd grade I was spinning the globe and saying the name of the country the my finger landed on. Well, Fate felt like smacking me in the face.
I had heard very few curse words when I was little, so when my finger fell on Niger I said n*gger and everyone said" OOOOhh!" Then I knew I was in trouble.

I used to believe…

this isn't a belief, really - just the way it has always been for me ......when I visualize numbers, they are 3-dimensional and have specific colors: 5; is red; 6 is blue; 3 is yellow; 4 is brown; 2 is gray; 8 is pink; 9 is very pale gray and 1 and 10 are white; 11 is also a light gray...............after that color doesn't bear any relation to numbers for me.

I used to believe…

When me and my brother were little we sometimes used to pretend we were foreign and speak random gobbledegook to each other - usually in the middle of a shopping centre or other public place. Our mum must have been so embarrassed!

I used to think that the word b**ch was a smell. I remember thinking "Aw man that dish rag smells like b**ch. I still know what the smell was too and sometimes when I get a whiff of it that word still pops into my head.

I used to believe…

when I was about 9 I started hearing other kids say "My bad..." for the first time. But I heard it for the first time at the end of recess, when some kid had left his lunchbag and a teacher was going around asking who forgot theirs. So the kid went up and seeing him taking his lunchbag, I thought he said "My bag...." and the next day at shop class I pushed someone's eraser off the table by mistake and said "My bag..." One of my classmates said that it's supposed to be "My bad..." They all laughed.

I once 'almost' swore in gradeschool. I said the word buster, reffering to a classmate but he thought i said 'bastard'. The whole class later started to scold me and threaten to tell the teachers saying i would be expelled. I thought there was some sort of conspiracy after that against me. I've kept my mouth quiet around them ever since although NOW they are the ones who swear about everything.

I used to believe…

When I was young I thought each time you said too many bad words, you'd turn into a donkey. However tehre is proof this is in fact false, since I remember in the 4th grade my classmates would curse all day! I wonder why they werent punished

I used to believe…

When i was a little girl my mum heard me say a really bad word. She told me that it was ok to say this word even though it wasn't very nice but under no circumstances could i say the word redsocks. So from then on whenever i wanted to swear i said redsocks it wasn't until i was about 18 that my friend asked me why i kept on saying redsocks? i was soooo mad at my mum for making me look stupid

I used to believe…

Just this past summer I was visiting my father for acouple nights . We were at his girlfriends house and i was swimming with her children (Jamie 11 and Luke 9 ) (Im 13 by the way)...I told Jamie that my friend Amanda could speak swahili she was amazed and asked how I knew this .I told her that my friend had taught me some and asked if she wanted to know how to say something . She said yes immediatley and so i told her that mwa-haggi meant hello . She believed me and still does ( I never told her I was joking ) lol