language

I used to believe…

If you're from the Northeast USA, you may remember the chain-store Caldor (also called Caldors). Well, until I was about 6, I thought that the name was Cow-Doors. I was always looking for those cows.

My friend, whose last name is Hanlon, thought that her name was Hamlon until she learned to read and write. You know...like ham.

I used to believe…

Not really a belief , but a mispronuciation. When I was a freshman in High School I was asked to define an organism in my Biology class. I knew what it was but I called it an orgasm. Repeatedly. I couldn't understand why everyone was sniggering at my "correct" answer.

I used to believe…

Up until I was about 10 or so, I thought "the F word" was a reference to the word fart.

I was always told I wasn't allowed to say fart because I was a girl. So, one day in the grocery store, I looked at my mom and said, "Mom, when can I say the F word?" A woman looked at my mom and scowled and walked away briskly. I totally embarrassed her.

I used to say it was "Pit dark" or Pit black instead of pitch when I was explaining how dark it was outside. I always thought it refered to how dark it was at the bottom of a bottomless pit.

I once asked a teenage friend's dad on the way to a play what a "thespian" was, since it was being put on by a Thespian club. He told me, straight faced, that it was when the doctor came in and said to the parents, "Well, he's healthy, but he'll never be quite right." I thought I was going to see a play put on by the disabled.

I used to hear grown-up talk about the book "The Last of the Mohicans", I thought they were talking about a biography of a guy named, "Elastigo Heekins" -- a very stretchy man.

I used to believe the saying "It's a dog eat dog world" was really "It's a doggie dog world".

I used to believe…

This isn't me but when my friend's brother was younger he used to call the 46A, (which is a type of bus) the fuckty-nix A, and a light, a shite.

Once when I was little I was sitting in the car saying nonsense words are getting my brother to repeat them. Completly by mistake I came out with 'cunt'. He wouldn't repeat it. :'(


Oh, and just the other day (I am 13) I called someone a prick in front of my parents. Not realising it was a curse. They set me straight. Well...after staring at me for a few minutes.



Last one, my friend (dunno what the story is but she doesn't really know about growing up and babies and the like) and me were talking. For some odd reason the word orgasm came into the conversation, so she shouts 'Oh orgasm' loudly not realising what it meant. I don't think anyone heard her though.

I used to believe…

When I was in grade one, I loved to rhyme words. However, being so young, I didn't know many words to rhyme. So, one day before the bus came, I yelled to my mom and my brother that I made up a new "poem," and just yelled out "ducky fucky!" Naturally my mom and brother were shocked and tried to explain that "fuck" is a word I should never say. I didn't get why there were words I shouldn't say, but I understood enough to the point that I haven't sworn in my front of my parents since that day... granted I will swear around my brother.

I used to believe that the alphabet was just a song and L,M, N, and O was a word in the chorus...."ELLAMENO". I was quite surprised to learn that these were letters and not a word.

I used to think that all babies were born knowing how to speak English and if they lived in a different country their parents had to teach them the native language.

I had always thought 'laminacs' were crazy lambs. I was a special kid.

I used to believe…

Growing up in Southern California, my brother and I used to believe that every foreign language was Spanish and thus anyone not speaking English was speaking Spanish.

[i went to a french school, btw]
When I was in 1st and 2nd grades, I was convinced that however you said the numbers, was how they should be written, as in, the number twenty-two, should be written 202 [20-2]
if you wanted to write 22, you should say two-two.

I was adament that this is how it was, and would throw crying fits when my teacher tried to tell me otherwise.

I used to believe…

When I was like four, my family was driving somewhere. I saw a sign that had graffiti on it, and I went : "Mommy, what does f-u-c-k spell?

I used to believe…

When I was in kindergarten, my father ran his own construction company. When he came home one day complaining to my Mom about how he was going to have to fire a guy, I thought he meant that he was going to burn the guy at the stake, on top of a big bonfire of leftover construction materials.