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I used to believe that it would take forever to count to 100
I used to believe that numbers all had personalities
1 was the King of the numbers
2 was his wife
3 and 4 were the little kids
5 and 6 were older kids
7, 8 and 9 were older meaner numbers. I lways crack up with that joke why is 6 afraid of 7?
Because 7,8,9 (seven ate nine) I can relate, all the numbers had personalities!
when i was in kindergarten i used to think that 100 was the highest someone could count!
not mine, my kindergarten classmates's. i was always a VERY bright child (when i was 13 i found out from an actual iq test administered at a psychiatry place i was 99th percentile)and i always got very frustrated at my classmates. one day we learned to count above one hundred, and i was the only one who understood the pattern of 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, etc. everyone else thought you went right to 200 after 109, and it ended up it a big argument between the class and i. i just kept yelling over and over, "two hundred is just two ONE hundreds! you have to count all the way up to ANOTHER hundred, not to ten!"
when i was little, i used to count one, two...twenty-nine, twenty-ten, twenty-eleven...
I remember the first time I stayed up on New Years Eve was in 1983. When the clock struck twelve, I told my parents: 'now it's 2084', and was so proud about understanding the calendar system.
I remember one time I was riding in the car with my dad and I was showing off how high I could count (which must've annoyed my dad to no end) and I got stumped at 112...I asked what came next and he said, "Now you start over". So I thought 112 was the highest number possible until second grade. Good going, dad.
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.