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Somehow, i used to be sure that Edgar Allen Poe wrote Winnie the Pooh, and whenever people talked about his work being so depresing, I would think "What are they talking about, he wrote Winnie the Pooh!"
when i was wee i used to think union was pronounced like onion, which led to some confusion when seeing the covers of various news magazines during the various strikes and worker problems of the 70's and early 80's
I used to believe that the "y" at the end of the Walt Disney Logo was a "p".
Walt Disnep. XD
My friend and I used to read Judy Blume books but we had a bit of trouble understanding some of the American expressions (we're English). First of all, lots of the girls had bangs - we had never heard of this before and thought that it meant big breasts. Secondly, they talked about cuticles - no idea what this meant but it sounded rude. We would have been so disappointed if we had only bothered to use a dictionary. (Actually I only found out about the bangs when I went to university!)
As a kid I loved to read and I would read in bed almost every night. I especially loved books about animals and the natural world with lots of big glossy photos. However I believed that if a book was left open any "bad" creatures such as spiders which were on that page could come out and bite or eat me so I was always careful to close my books up and if there was a photo on the front or back cover I would turn that side face down to the floor.
when i was 7 i believed that if u fell down the stiars that u couldnt read books anymore. so one day i fell down the stiars and i tried 2 read a bood and thats when i found out that that wasnt true.....
I used to believe that if you folded a letter with the recipient receiving the blank side upon opening, then he or she would think there was nothing on either side of the paper.
When at home reading out loud from my science book while doing homework I pronouced 'organism' as orgasim. I didn't know what was going on until I realized my mom was trying to keep from falling in the floor laughing. She came over and looked in my book and corrected me. The next day in class we had to check each other's papers and read out loud from the chapter. A boy in my class got those same paragraphs and did the same thing I had done. The teacher didn't say nothing until he finished reading his section then corrected him. A few kids were laughing. He didn't know either. At least I had my embaressing moment at home! Poor kid!
When I walked to kindergarten, I passed a building with a sign that said "Office"
I firmly believed that the office had a floor of ice, and that the sign was a warning to stay off of that ice!
There was also a sign that said "Notice" and I believed that the sign told you there was no more ice.
i thought grown ups read in a different language!
Before i read the Harry Potter books, i think someone told me Griffindor was a place! I imagened a city, at night.
Also in 1st grade we named our "groups" (groups of desks) once, a group called themselves (Dumbledors" i thiught "why wuld anyone want to be called "double doors"?"
When i read it i found out the truth.
When I was in first grade (1995) I had read the book "Shiloh" (Bad idea). After reading it, I was terrified Judd Travers (Bad guy from the story) would come into my house and shoot my beagle. I belived this until 3rd grade, when I realized it was just a story.
It's not really something I misheard in a song but there is a song called "You're a grand old flag" or something around that, and we had to play that in my music class and when I first flipped through the music book I thought it said "You're a grand old fag". Even my two friends that were with me in my music class thought it said that.
I used to think that "etc." at the end of a list of items meant electric. I was a very young reader, and since most everything adults did seemed strange, it didn't really occur to me to question such constructions as "dogs, cats, horses, cows, electric"
idk y but i used to think that edgar allen poe was mr. poe from unfortunate events
My favorite crayon color as a kid was cerulean, but I actually thought for a long time that it was called "chlorine." I guess I must've misread the label because a lot of the same letters are in both words. I thought it was a good name, though, because the shade of the crayon was a lot like swimming pool water. I'm just glad that I never had a reason to talk to anyone about my chlorine crayon before I realized my mistake!
For some reason when i was little, i don't think i knew what public was, either that or i couldn't read, anyway, i thought 'Public' toilets were Pubic toilets. The strange thing was, i don't think i knnew what pubic was either.
In the eighth grade, a classmate of min was reading one of Jane Austen's novels for one of her book reports. I asked her what it was about. She told me that Jane Austen was once abducted by aliens and that her novels were about her experiences while so abducted. Later when I first tried reading Jane Austen, I decided that my former classmate must have been crazy for trying to tackle such a thing as early as the eighth grade, for Jane Austen is NOT easy reading. Since I never ran into that classmate again after middle school, I guess I'll never know for sure whether she had quite an advanced aptitude for understanding Jane Austen, or whether she actually WAS crazy (possibly in more ways than one). In any event, I must have believed for several years that Jane Austen was abducted by aliens.
In the 1930s and 1940s, Virginia Lee Burton wrote and illustrated children's books about anthropomorphic vehicles. There was a steam shovel named Mary Anne, a snow plow named Katy, a cable car named Maybelle, and others.
Several of these stories were collected in a book called something like "Tales of Modern Machinery". (The copy I read to pieces when I was little was probably an original printing that one of my parents had owned since childhood.) I'd never heard the word "modern", before, but I deduced from this book that it meant "old fashioned". Those vehicles looked like the ones in the old photo albums from when my grandparents were newlyweds...
I used to believe that Alice in Wonderland's older sister was named "Read," because Alice had to sit and listen to her sister, Read.