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When I was 4 or 5, I learned how to read. But when you learn how to read, you always speak out loud so that your teacher or parent can help you along. I thought it was a group activity. So one evening at home, I was on the floor reading some children's book aloud, and my older sister got annoyed with me and said, "Andrew, be quiet and read in your head!"
I tried a page not saying anything but still taking in the words, and was amazed when I could do it! It suddenly dawned on me that I could enjoy the imaginary worlds in books in private, and this was an amazingly powerful ability.
When I was little and learnign to read, I used to believe that chaos was pronounced "Chaa-Ose."
We always passed an antique store on the way to my grandma's house. I always thought to myself, "What is an anti-q store and what in the world would they sell there?"
When I was 5, I believed that the older you are the bigger the books you read. I have clear memories of sitting in library class planning that in the future when I was in grade 6 (about 11 years old) I would borrow the two red 10 cm thick books that sat on the shelf behind the library teacher. As I grew older I realised that I had in fact planned to borrow two volumes of the dictionary !!!
At around the age of 7-9 I somehow came to the belief that the abbreviation "lb." for pound was actually an abbreviation for the unit of measure "lillebeeter". Perhaps I'd mis-heard the word "millimeter", which was still a relative rarity in 70's Canada?
Once in seventh grade we all had to read from our science books aloud. Well, I was reading a sentence and I came across the word Organism of course I thought I said Orgasm, so that's what I read outloud in front of my whole class. Everyone broke out laughing, even the teacher!
When I reached the third grade, my family moved to a different state and, threfore, I had to attend a different school. It was larger than my old school, so it was already intimidating. The first day, as I was walking down the hall, I saw a sign that said "Walk on the right side of the hall." I thought it meant walk on the 'correct' side of the hall. I was so scared, because nobody had told me what the correct side was.
I used to think that "Fl. Oz." stood for FLORAL ounces, and I couldn't understand what flowers had to do with anything. I still occasionally misread that abbreviation.
I read books avidly as a kid and was always awaiting the Library doors to open. I was born in 1943.
I always had a problem with two words. For years I pronounced 'Slough' as 'Sluf' and also 'Hugh' (a hero in one of my books) as 'Huff'. I suppose I had learnt to pronounce Rough and assumed the other words corresponded.
When I was in kindergarten we got a new computer (windows 3.1 primitve by todays standards) anyway, it came with a gane tha thad mario in it, although, I can't remember what the game was. Anyway, once, when I was learning to read, I was sitting next to my older brother while he did somethign on the computer, while I tried to read the word "Mario" on the floppy disk that game came on. Well, needless to say, I falied and instead said, somehow managed to say "Mubbery" (like "rubbery" or "srubbery") instead. So, my brother instantly burst out laughing and he told my other older brother (who just got a new cat) and he liked it...so they named the cat "Mubbery". That cat lived for years and peopel would always wonder why on Gods green Earth why anyone would name a cat such a stupid word. I have a strange family.......
I remember how my mum would read me stories, and I would always assume they were true. once, though my brother told me a scary story, and I couldn't sleep, so my mum told me that not all stories are true. I called her a liar for telling me made up stories.
As a child, I was a voracious reader. Unfortunately, I didn't read aloud to anyone to correct my pronunciation. For years, I thought the word "awry" was pronounced "ow-ree". Hearing the word "awry" in conversation did nothing to dispel this belief. I jsut assumed they were two separate words.
A certain cousin of mine tends to be quite stubborn. When she was about five years old (and I in my late teens), she was absolutely certain that there was no way I could know how to read, as I'd never "went to school." (My parents chose to home-school me.) Eventually, I managed to set her straight and even tease her about it a couple of times.
When I was in kindergarden when I just learned how to read, I always stared at the Union bank trucks.I believed that union was pronounced 'onion.' When I asked my mother why they had a bank where they used onions for money, she told me it was pronounces YOUn-ee-un, and I learned a lesson in language. =)
when i was little i used to think the "TO LET" sign had been mispelled and was meant to say "TOILET"
When I was younger, I noticed there was a spot on certain forms that said "Sex: -Male -Female" I used to think that I had to mark off which I preferred sex from. It scared me...
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.
My mum told me that 'Grown up books' didn't go in chronological order after i asked if they did. She was being sarcastic but 3 year olds don't do sarcasm!!
As a small child I was fascinated by all kinds of signs and notices, including fire safety notices in hotel rooms and public buildings. It said what to do if you discovered a fire, and I used to confuse the two types of fire (i.e. as in a heater versus as in an arson attack). I remember once seeing a notice saying “in case of fire…”, and there was a heater nearby so I said “Here’s a fire”.
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!