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I used to believe numbers only lasted to 100. And, I thought, when I was three, the alphabet lasted forever like numbers.
I used to believe that eg 1+1=11 and 2+2=22.
Luckily that only lasted until age 2 1/2.
I thought several was a specific large number because I never learned exactly how many it was and I knew the smaller ones. Once when I was about four years old, I threw one of my toys on the ground and it broke. My mother yelled at me, "That cost several dollars!" So I said, "I can't count that high!"
My uncle is an Eskimo. While here in the lower 48, he was asked to recite the numbers in "eskimo". Since he was put in the white schools and was punished for speaking his native language, he never retained the language. So someone out there believed him when he started counting.... one-uk, two-uk, three-uk.......
Because I could only count up to 100, I used to believe the biggest number was 100, so therefore big items like cars and houses cost $100.
Soon after starting school 3 years ago, my friend's little girl came home upset because she couldn't read as well as some of the kids in her class, even though her counting was really good.
My friend comforted her by comparing her to me - saying "Auntie C can read and write, but she can't count to 100 like you can"
Her reading is much better now, but she still believes that I can't count without using my fingers and toes...
when my little cousin was 4, she was able to count until 9 in english. She said "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eightnine..." she thought eightnine was a whole number.
I can't believe how many other people used to associate personalities with numbers! I thought I was the only one!
When I was little I had colourful fridge magnets in the shape of the numbers. I made up all these stories about them.
1 was red. He was a baddie, though not as bad as 9.
6 was pink and 7 was purple. They were married, or girlfriend and boyfriend or something, and 9 was always trying to kill them for some reason. 1 didn't want to kill them but he didn't like them.
8 was a friend of 7 & 6. He would always be helpful, though without actually doing anything.
I also had magnets in the shapes of plus and minus signs etc. The long division sign was always a cliff that 1 or 9 would push 7 and 6 off.
I also always liked even numbers better than odd numbers, because with even numbers everybody has a friend and with odd numbers someone's always left out.
Also 8 is a better number than 6 because, although they are both even, if you halve 6 you get an odd number and if you halve 8 you get an even number.
I used to believe that twenty was the largest number in the universe.
I used to feel that numbers had certain characteristics. Odd numbers were thin and male, while even numbers were fat and female.
A friend once told me at the age of 5 that the biggest number was called 'infinitytrouble' (?). When I told this to my sister (who is ten years older than me), she didn't believe me, and told me that there wasn't a biggest number at all, and I didn't believe her.
i used to think eleven was actually 'eleventeen' ... i always wondered why they skipped 'teen' at the end of twelve
i used to think 20 was the highest number. i would make my mom count to twenty since i actually couldnt, and then say "and thats the highest number!" my parents soon corrected me.
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.
i made up personalitys for numbers when i was little.
9 was a sophisticated, classy mom, with a teenage daughter, who was number 6.
number 6 is in love with the 'run of the mill' number 5 (who's mom is number 8, and baby sister is number 3)
number 9 didnt like her daughter (6), dating number 5,because he wasnt classy, but it made number 6 happy, so 9 accepted it.
this is why 6 is my favorite number...
up till i was about 15 i didnt realize that several just ment a few of the items chosen i thought it ment that i had to get seven of them. Its very logical in my thinking because 'seve'ral has the begining of seven in it. I was still embarassed.
ps. i am now 16 and every time i hear several i think of the day i learned it wasnt seven.
I believed that numbers eventually just ended. That they stopped somewhere after 1000.
When I was really little, about four or five, I used to think that once you got to 100, the next hundred was only ten away. Like, "100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 200" and so on. Finally I counted this way in front of my parents, who made sure to correct my counting skills.
The highest of all numbers was "a finnety."
When I was four, I used to believe that I could only count to 10. Then my mom gave me 13 balls and asked me to tell her what the number was. I saw that they were a lot, so I suspected 10 because it was the highest. So I said 10, but it was wrong, and I didn't understand. I counted them. I stopped at 10. "Mum! There are 10 balls but 3 extra!" Mom said, "no, there are no extras, this number is called 13." then she taught me to count up to 20. At six, I also thought that 20 was the highest number, but I heard people saying things like 23 (which I now understood, from being taught adding, was 20 plus 3) and remembered what my Mom told me. So I thought, "hey, there's such thing as 20 + 3!" it got kind of confusing from there.