language

I used to believe…

When I was smaller I used to think it was england's fault my friends, family and I spoke english and not welsh and that we were forced to - I was so...diddeall!

I used to believe…

When I was little I used to think that everyone spoke english and no other languages

I used to be afraid to learn Spanish fluently because my native language is English. And I thought that if I learned enough Spanish I would eventually forget English.

I used to believe…

In the city where I grew up (In the Unites States) there is a golf course named Bonnie Brae Golf Course. I eventually learned that "Bonnie Brae" is Scottish, meaning "lovely hillside", and that it is a common name for golf courses, reflecting the fact that golf originated in Scotland. But before learning that, I went through quite some time thinking that Bonnie Brae must be some prominent local person, and that the golf course was named for her.

I used to believe…

When I was little, I liked to ask lots of questions. And sometimes I would ask my parents. And they would reply(since I am sure they were tired of hearing my questions) go look it up in your *funkin wagnal* I had no idea that meant dictionary. I always thought they were cussing at me.

I used to believe…

My parents thought it would be cute to teach me the Chinese (Cantonese) word for milk instead of the English one. But they didn't really teach me any other Chinese words. So when I was really little, I thought "naai naai" (or something like that), meant milk in English. Unfortunately, the people at my church's nursery didn't know Chinese. They thought I was trying to say "night-night," and thus stuck me in a crib. They couldn't understand why I got even more unhappy afterwards!

I've been reading the beliefs and I noticed that people have mentioned giving numbers genders and relationships, something I also did, but I also gave them colors. Like, for example, 1 was the color white, which makes since, but for some reason, I thought of it as a disgruntled gay man.
I always wanted to find a way to talk to him to make him happy, but I was also afraid of him.

I really don't know why I got that impression, I liked the gay men I met when I was little. I think i just spent way too much time in Hollywood.

I used to believe…

When my brother and I were little my parents told us that it was against the law to swear if you were under 18 (probably to keep us from repeating some of the stuff we heard from our father). I'm embarassed to say that I believed this until I was about 10.

I used to believe…

As a child my father used to fix his car with a tool called a ratchet, I always thought he was saying "pass the rat sh*t" I always gave a confused look and meandered off incase I got wrong for knowing what a sh*t was. or even worse, had to actually pick it up!

i remember one time i got mad i was about 10 and i went nuts and let loose a 20 minute chain of random profanities words like "shit and fuck and damn slut cunt" and i went on and on and boy did i get it

I used to believe…

When I had just learned to talk ( like in saying sentences) My mom once asked me to go call to dad that dinner was ready. Neither of them could stop laughing when I stood at the bottom of the stairs shouting "Call, Call,Call"
Unfortunately for me my dad even taped it on video.

I used to believe…

My mother language is Malay and English is the second. I wasn't good at it through my childhood and kept making my british cousins laugh when I say 'vegetable' or 'their'. I didn't know that I'm not suppose to say them literally as in the written form.

I used to believe…

My friend and I had some confusion about the word "rape." I insisted that the word was pronounced "rap," as my dad with his heavy Chinese accent said it was, and that it was when a man kidnapped a girl. My friend thought it was pronounced the correct way, because his older siblings had told him that, but didn't know what the word meant. In the end we accepted my pronounciation of the word since after all, I knew what the word meant.

I used to believe…

My friend had two older siblings and seemed to always know more than me. When we were in second grade, he said, "I don't know why everyone thinks f*ck is a bad word. It just means butt." Not wanting to seem ignorant, I said, "Oh, I know!"

I used to believe…

Well my family is Portuguese and one day my grandfather was driving and left his signal light on i said papa " your blinka! your blinka!" he said "heeeyyy dont ever say that again". Comes to find out when i said " blinka " it is almost the same word in Portuguese for a mans private part.

I used to believe…

When I was like four, I went to Disney World. I saw the Little Mermaid's Grotto, which was like this thing where they squirted water on you and you played in very shallow little pools. I wanted to go, but didn't have my bathing suit, so I went without my shirt. My mom said to me, "You have no shame." I thought that was like merchandise, like a Mickey Mouse bathing suit, so when we went to the gift shop later I said, "Mommy, can I get some shame? Pleeeeeeease?"