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When I was little, we moved a lot. The first move I remember, I was scared. You see, I was sure that Indiana spoke a different language (all the states had thier own as far as I was concerned), and I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to learn Indianain, and I'd forget the language I already knew.
When I was about 8 I had never heard a foriegn language before so I thought that when it finally did happen the sounds of their language just wouldn't register so all I would hear is buzzing.
When I first learned about French, I thought that every word in English would be the same in Freanch, except 'le' or 'la' would be in front.
Not long after my discovery, I met a girl named Larissa. I had never heard such a funny name before and assumed that it was French (it's actually Russian). That night I looked in my dictionary and found that Rissa means 'the genus Laridae'.
Genus is a species, and Laridae is the scientific name for 'gull' as in the kind of bird.
From then on I thought that my friend turned into a seagull every night and would turn back into a little girl in the morning so she could go to school.
I used to belive that english was the "default" language and that all other languages were made up for fun. I used to think people with British accents were speaking a new funny language!
I always thought that since babies could not talk proper English, they talked Japanese and babies from Japan talked English.
When I was young I thought that 100 years ago everybody spoke the same language, and the languages we speak now were invented for wars to protect our secrets against other nations.
Growing up, I thought that my family that spoke Yiddish were speaking in cursive.
When I was little, I used to think that Latin was wriiten because it wasn't a spoken language!!!
I was obsessed with people that spoke another language when I was a kid. I would drag my mother toward them (much to her embarassment) telling her "Mommy, look! Those are language people!" I wanted to talk to them, to find out what they were speaking, where they were from, what their culture was like. This was when I was three or four. Is it a small wonder that I'm now a translator?
Being Canadian, I assumed that every country had two official languages; I deduced that the official languages of the USA must be English and Spanish. I'm not sure when I was disabused of this notion.
When I was in elementary school, I would spend my summers in Korea with my grandmother. However, my Korean wasn't that great so I often confused the word "shijang" (the market)with "shijip" (married). Needless to say, I got some odd responses when I told callers that my grandmother couldn't answer the phone because she went to get married.
Petit, je croyais qu'en Irlande on parlait et chantait en français !
i used to believe in order to speak spanish, all you had to do was add an "o" at the end of every word
when i was 13 i believed for a year that Australian was a language after seeing the commercials and being convinced by my brother
I used to think, that children in different countries laugh in different way, just because they spoke different languages.
The Chinese language just had three words: ching, chang, and chong.
My sister and her friend used to go around and speak jibberish. They told me they were speaking Chinese, so I argued non-stop with them. In the end I believed that they could really speak Chinese.
I used to think that people who didnt speak english translated what they spoke or heard from other people into english in their head!
When I was just learning to read, one of my favorite books was Babar. Because I couldn't read it (my mom had to read it out loud to me), and because Babar is French, I thought that the book was written in French and that my mom was really smart to be able to translate it into English for me. It was actually written in cursive.
So, for the longest time, I thought that anything written in cursive was French!
When I was about 7 or 8, I thought I could speak every language in the world...and I told my parents this and I thought that they believed that I could...I would pick up the phone and talk different languages to the dial tone, thinking people could here me and they would talk back...Now I was extremely shy at this age, so whevever we went to a foriegn resturant my dad would threaten to tell the waiter that I could speak his language...so after about 2 months of that, I stopped. Parents ruin everything...