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Me? I used to NOT beleive.
On my mother's forty-fourth birthday, when I was four, we did the thing where you shout, "ARE YOU ONE! ARE YOU TWO! ARE YOU THREE! . . ." All the way up to forty-four. And that was how I learned to count to forty-four.
Later, when I was counting to four on my own . . . I asked my older sister what number came next. She told me that the same pattern as with the previous numbers continued, and that forty-five came next. It made sense, I'll admit. It was a logical reply. But I didn't trust her, because she was always playing tricks on me.
So for a very long period of time, I refused to beleive that forty-five DID NOT come after forty-four, and anyone who told me otherwise was just trying to trick me.
Whne I was in third grade, I didn't believe in zero. I thought it was ridiculous that there was a number representing *nothing*. So I did my math probmes without the zero. Needless to say, they weren't scored so well.
when i was younger, i loved playing make-belief. i pretended i was a teacher and i picked up a crayon and wrote HUGE 1...2...3's on the wall in red! my kindergarten teacher uses white board so it erases away easily..i thought i could do that to the wall too..
daddy and mommy shrieked when they came back..i ran to hide... oopsie
I also thought a hundred and one hundred were different numbers. I also thought that after 99 came a hundred and so on to a hundred 99 and then came one hundred. So with me, not only did numbers have genders, personalities and relationships, their was also another whole set of numbers.
I used to believe that every number had a personality, gender and relationship with other numbers. Each number had their own personality. Here are a few examples. 1 was a sweet innocent boy. 2 was a bossy older girl. 6 and 7 were lovers, 6 was 7's girlfriend, 7 was 6's boyfriend. 7 was protective over 6. 10 was a sweet and protective guy who was in a love triangle with 11 and 12. However, when 10 got together with 11, 12 ended up together with 15. So they all ended up happy. 10 and 11 were dating and 12 and 15 were dating. 11 was sweet and goofy and 12 was mature and serious. 15 was a sweet and devoted guy who was very romantic with his girlfriend 12. 10 was a very sweet guy as well who was a protective and sweet boyfriend who cared a lot about his girlfriend 11. 13 and 14 were lovers as well. 13 was 14's girlfriend and 14 was very protective over 13. 13 often got into difficult situations, and liked to party. 14, 13's boyfriend was smart and helped her out with issues. 16 and 17 were lovers as well. 17 was a sweet guy and was the boyfriend of his girlfriend, 16. 16 liked to hangout, and had both a mature side and a silly side. 3 and 4 had a close relationship, similar to the relationship of 1 and 2, but 1 was more innocent then 3 and 2 was mroe bossy then 4. 4 was kinder. Anyway, I won't get into too many more details, but every number had a life like this. I had a big imagination for a little kid.
number went ... nineteen, ten-teen, eleven-teen, twelve-teen.
twelve-teen was the largest number possible.
I used to think that any number with a decimal point in it was HUGE.
I used to believe that twenty was the largest number in the universe.
I used to think that "a couple" meant any small amount, such as 3 or 5. My mom once corrected me and said that "a couple" always meant 2, and that if I meant some other small number that I should say "a few" instead.
I told her that she must have it backwards, and that "a few" must mean 2, because "few" and "two" rhyme.
When I was young, I asked my mom, "You know how 1+1 is 2, and 3+3 is 6, and 7+7 is 14? Well, what 2 numbers make 5?" She said, "Well, 2 + 3 is 5". I said, "NO!!! I mean what two SAME numbers make 5?"
She told me that there weren't any. I couldn't accept that answer. I must have spent an hour trying to come up with the correct answer. No, I didn't know about fractions or decimals at that age.
I used to believe for a long time
that the highest number was called
This I also teached my brother.
For some reason I thought that the number 5 was evil. I also hated the color green. Whenever there was a green #5 on my math worksheets I would cross it out to punish it for being so bad!
When I was about three years old, my dad taught me how to count on my fingers in binary (up is 1, down is 0). For a long time I believed that if I tried hard enough I could figure out how to do it in base ten, or at least base three, but later I realized that it was impossible.
i dont remember what 1-19 were, but 20-29 were yellow, 30-39 were green, 40-49 were blue, 50-59 were red/pink, 60-69 were lighter green, 70-79 were orange, 80-89 were darker yellow, and 90-99 were dark red, or something like that
i used to think that 0 and 1 were the same thing, with different names. i was sure i was right, so i kept correcting the teacher everytime she asked me what 11 minus 3 was.
when i was about three, my dad told me (or i misunderstood him) that it would take a whole day to count to one hundred. so i would go and ask him if we could go to the movie theatre and he would say "maybe tommorow" so i would go away, count to 100 and then ask him again. That misunderstaning got cleared up very quickly
i used to believe that 6 and 7 were girlfriend and boyfriend and that 8 loved 6 a lot and so was jealous of 7 and 7 always protected 6 from 8 coz he knew.
i thought number 8 was an orange flavoured yougurt
That numbers went 1-99 the A hundred, a hundred and one til a hundred and ninety nine. Then ONE hundred...
i used to secretly think that numbers were rally letters dressed up to disguise themselves