language

I used to think that when someone say bad words on movies or in songs that they would mix 2 words together to make a bad word. Because if you cussed, then devil would come and take you.

I often heard people being called dirt bags and wondered what that ment, until one time I was visiting an aunt that had an apple tree in her garden. She was having a problem with moose eating the tree so she tied white bags with dirt in them too a rope fence around the base of the tree. It scared the moose away. I naturally assumed these were dirt bags but never could figure out why you would consider a person to be one.

I used to think that L M N O P was part of the alphabet song only and they were not letters but "enomenopee" and that was part of the lyrics to make it ryme with Q R S T U V

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Once in elementary school our teacher instructed us to write a skit. So I wrote "skit" in big cursive letters on my notebook. The kid next to me thought my 'k' was an 'h' and started gasping and saying, "You cussed!" For several years afterward I was convinced that "skit" was the s word and avoided using it at all costs.

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When I was rather young, my friend and I thought we could speak with British accents as if it was a whole different language, and we wrote it differently. All as were to be substituted for os, so bath became both (pronounce bawth). The opposite was also true; all os became as. So "Let's go" would become "Let's ga (gay)."

We used to speak in this manner around our parents, thinking they couldn't understand a word that we said. And of course, we had cracked a code; everyone wrote their words with these alternate spellings in England.

I used to think "understood" meant you didn't understand, because "under" means down. My mom would scold me and say, "Am I understood?" and I'd sheepishly reply "no", which got me 5 minutes in the corner every time for being a "smartmouth". One day, I heard someone use "understand" and "understood" in the same sentence, and it clicked.

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When I started kindergarten, I believed that 100 came directly after 29. Because 29 was the highest number I could count to. I just believed that that was the highest number there was. All the other numbers weren't really numbers, just adjectives, like if you had 36 bananas, 36 was just something that described them, not the quantity.

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When I was about 8, my dad and I watched an old movie he'd seen as a kid. He mentioned having a crush on the young actress in the movie when he was younger, and said he would have "given his right arm" to go on a date with her. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why she'd want his right arm anyway.

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When I was younger I heard the word manure used (my mother and most nearby relatives had gardens), but had never seen it written. When I finally saw it I failed to connect the spoken word with what I was reading, so I gave it my own pronunciation: man'yer. It took a while to dicsover the mistake.

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At the age of nine, I was helping my dad fix the plumbing behind a wall. After dropping his wrench down the inside of the wall he swore, I was so shocked that I exclaimed hiw I didn't even know he knew that word!

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As a child I always thought somehow that the gap between seven and eight was somehow bigger than the gap between other consecutive pairs of integers. Even when I learned arithmetic and knew that 6+1=7, that 7+1=8, and 8+1=9, knowing that the one in each case is the same "one", It still seemed in spite of that the gab between seven and eight was in SOME sense bigger than other gaps between consecutive integers. Kind of contradictory, I know. But I still probably think of seven as the largest small integer and eight as the smallest large integer, the gap SEEMING extra big.

I used to believe ther was a "One-teen" and "Two-teen"

Like this: Nine, Ten, Oneteen, Twoteen, Thirteen...

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When I was in Kindergarten I came home and told my mom that there was a French girl in my class. Come to find out she was actually Vietnamese... although my Grandmother likes to say that I was just exceptionally bright seeing as the French once occupied Vietnam.

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When I was around 7 I thought that you were born speaking a certain language. So when my baby sister was born I used to sit next to her waiting for her to talk. When my mom asked me what I was doing I said that I wanted to know if she was going to talk english or spanish! My mom still makes fun of me for that and i'm 15 now!

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when i was little I didn't know about prefixes on words being able to be attached to other words and got double barrelled words mixed up. I always wondering why multi-storey car parks weren't multi-coloured.

I used to think that every time you swore, God (Im Catholic, thank you.) Would make a checkmark on a clipboard, and if her ran out of room on his clipboard, you would go to hell for bad language.