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I used to think ambulance was pronounced alienbulance and that the people who worked in there and drove where aliens
when i was 5 my i spilled water all over my cousin she said,"You'll pay for this.'' I wasn't so smart the so i said, ''But i don't have any money.'' she still makes fun of me for it!
I don't know where it came from, but I do distinctly remember when I was about 7 or so that we must have a limited number of words to say in our life. That one day, I would run out of words. I kept quiet sometimes, so that I would not use my allocation of words too soon. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut more, and not got into so much trouble!!
For 3 years (5-8) I spoke like I was in a book. like '"I'm going upstairs mom" she said quietly, walking down the hall." My mom has tapes of me doing it and it's soooooo funny. I just made my life into a book on tape.
When I was around five years old, my cousin who is one year older than me came to visit. We were putting on our gear so we could go play in the winter snow. He was putting on his hat, it was one of those hats like a cap with a little pom-pom on top. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "putting on my buttocks." For the longest time after that I thought that the type of hat with a pom-pom was called a buttocks, and referred to it that way.
I though my country is the center of the world,and ppl who spoke other laungages were thinking on my laungage(Croatian) but talking on English(for example).
I was so proud I can speak the same laungage I think with.
my husband believed, until recently, that the word "several" meant seven of something.
In kindergarten, my friend’s house number was 101, and I thought it was wrong for people to say it “one oh one”. I would say, “it’s not a letter O, it’s a zero! Shouldn’t you say ‘one zero one’?”
I used to think that every word meant something; I once asked my sister what “purple” meant, and she just said, “It doesn’t mean anything; it’s just the name of a colour.” On a similar note, I also thought that a word was a short form of saying whatever the definition was. Almost like the definition was the word in another language. Like, I thought that a single word could take the place of a small phrase. A random example would be this: saying “pop” was actually like saying the much longer phrase, “a fizzy, carbonated drink that comes in a variety of flavours.” I would be like, “wow, ‘pop’ means ALL that?” I hope this makes sense. I tried describing my thoughts as best I could.
One day when I was walking outside with my mom, we saw some dragonflies or something flying around and I asked her what they were. She said "Oh, just some type of fly." Later on when we saw them again I said "Look, Mama, it's a typafly!!" I thought that was the name of them- 'typa-fly'
i used to believe that the expression "know it like the back of my hand" was "know it like the back of my head," until my uncle asked me how well i knew the back of my head. i told him, not very well, and that i never did understand the expression.
I was certain that "earwigs" were basically toupees you wear on your ears.
when my boyfriend's older brother was little he used to think gross and weird was one word so anytime something was gross or weird he called it grossweird he's almost 19, and he still gets made fun of.
I used to think that marshmallows were called "Tartamos" and one day my parents opened the cabinet and i saw them an said "Tartamos" and my parent's said what? A few days later they found out what i was talking about.
When I was little, I used to sleep in my Mom's room -- that is, the master bedroom. The door to the master bedroom was actually in the living room, so activity taking place in the living room and kitchen area could easily be heard from the master bedroom, but speech always sounded very muffled. When I was very little, probably about preschool age, I can remember waking up in my Mom's bed after my Mom and sisters were already awake, hearing their muffled conversation through the door, and concluding that my family spoke a different language in the morning -- but they only used it when I wasn't around. I'd often sit up in bed and listen to their strange "language," trying to decipher words and figure out what they meant,
I used to believe that the opposite of “impressed” is “pressed.”
I used to believe that "lbs" was pronounced a bit like "libs."
I used to believe that "Meningococcal" was pronounced "Ninja cockel."
When I was really little, I used to think that "Kentucky Fried Chicken" was said "Chucky Chy Chicken".
My mom still jokingly calls it that sometimes XD
I used to think that Cirque Du Soleil was spanish because when I was younger, I heard it as "Circtus. Olay!"