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When I was very young I was convinced that there was a biggest number. And I was continually annoyed that no one would tell me what the biggest number was. I asked my mom all the time but she would never give me an answer. It seemed to me that if there was a smallest number (0) then there must be a biggest number too. I was extremely annoyed by this until I was 6 or 7!
When I was younger I use to believe that one plus one equalled a window
When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I thought, I could count up to 1 million. I counted correctly to 100, but then 101, 102, 103,.....108, 109, 1000, 1001, 1002, 1003, ....1008, 1009, 1 000 000.
I actually thought, this was the right way.
I was very proud on this ability and always wondered, why I didn't get very much respect for this by grown-ups.
I believed as a kid that there were "Irish numerals" just like there were Roman numerals. And that the letters for the Irish numerals were S, H, N, and T. (instead of Roman numerals I, V, X, and L - those were the only ones I knew at the time - I learned C, D, and M later)
I used to believe that the abbreviation for pounds was pronounced "labs", and that the abbreviation for ounces was pronounced "Oz" (like the Wizard of Oz)
I used to think that if you wanted to count from 100 to 200, you counted "100, 101, 102..." and so on, until you got to 109. Then it was 200. That belief only lasted about a day or two.
when i was little i somehow got the idea 20 was the highest number. i made my mom count to twenty for my dad and then proclaimed "and that that's the last number!" i didn't understand why my parents laughed
There was a raging argument in my second or third grade class about whether infinity or a googol is the biggest number, and whether infinity exists at all. First someone had to tell me about infinity, but I was "pro-infinity" till the end.
When I was in third grade, I had lots of Playmobil toys (dolls and all the furniture and stuff for the world they live in) and one thing was a box that said No. 28 (number 28). I thought that said "No 28" as in 28 had been removed from the counting sequence. My image of 28 for some reason was this really nice teacher who taught all the lower numbers until she spontaneously exploded! Poor 28! To this day 28 is my favorite number (followed by 48 and 8, but I have no explanation for these).
My mom and dad told me that numbers go up to infinity when i was 5 so when i was 12 after i got to the 1000's i'd go infanty the end and my classmates would say what about one million and i'd say who would make something as stupid as that up retard numbers only go up to infanty and my teacher says no they don't stop they go on to infinity and i would say that's what i said and he didn't believe me she said infanty isn't the end of the alphabet and i would say abviously i need to teach the class
I used to believe (at 3 or 4) that counting money was very difficult and confusing. I was so very worried that I would grow up to be a cashier. Counting back all that change made my head spin just thinking about it. I still get confused when to give the cashier one penny to round out the total.
haha counting... when i was little- before i really knew how to count- this is how i would add or subtract:
get it? i'd just take that number away... haha so stupid!
I remember one time when I was in kindergarten I couldn't comprehend what the teacher was saying after she counted to 12 because the next number was 13 and in my head I heard it as being three saltines as in the crackers. So ever time my teacher would ask whats after tens I said Saltines.... maybe that's why I was left back
Numbers went up to 100 then restarted at zero.
In first grade, I distinctively remember the teacher saying 'We're going to learn about odd and even numbers... 7 is odd' some kid near me asked -to anyone listening- why 7 was odd. I answered 'of course 7 is odd, look at it.' I had the idea of odd and even numbers, but I thought the odd ones were the weird looking ones.
I used to believe that a couple could mean two or three.
Even numbers were the goodies and odd numbers were the baddies.
Two even numbers added together would get along fine and make another even number. (2+2=4)
Two odd numbers added together would fight and an even number would then come stand there when they had killed each other.(3+3=6)
An odd with an even would fight but the baddie would win because he was strong. (2+3=5) I was always a little scared of this.
I worked all this out in about year three, then was amazed to find it came in useful in year 9 maths. To this day I think of the odd numbers as being antisocail.
i used to believe that one dozen was the same as one thousand ifound out that it was 12 when i was in 5th grade
I used to believe that numbers were made in a factory. The employees worked there 24/7, constantly typing up really long numbers and pressing the "Enter" button, therefore sending the new numbers out of the factory and into our brains.
I used to believe that if 1+1=2, then 2+2=3