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At 2nd grade, I changed schools, and in the new school, they called the toilet the "lavatory". I had never heard the word before, and I thought they were saying "laboratory". So on my first day at the new school, when kids said, "May I go to the lavatory?", I wondered where they were going.
I reasoned that if everyone wanted to go there, it must be some kind of room with toys.
After about a week, I finally figured it out. Boy, I was disappointed!
I used to think that green was purple and purple was green... and now I still have to think about it before saying purple or green.
I used to think that risque was just another way of saying risky.
In first grade during a history class, I could not pronounce Virgina and West Virgina correctly. Instead I pronounced the female body part that begins with a V.
Most of us were ignorant of the word, but there were two kids in the class who actually knew what it meant, and couldn't resist giggling. My teacher corrected me, but a minute later I would mispronounce it again.
I went home and told my older that kids laughed at me when I was reading outloud during our history lessons. After some deciphering, my cousin told me what it meant. That moment of awareness was the most humiliating moment of my life.
I used to think the word "rouse" meant a single grain of rice. Since "mice" is the plural of "mouse", and "lice" is the plural of "louse", it seemed to make sense that "rice" would be the plural of "rouse".
When I was in preschool, my favorite movie was Disney's "Hercules". Unfortunately, I was cursed with the inability to pronounce it right.
Amazingly enough, I would always pronounce it "fuckules". Meaning, it sounded like, "fuck-you-lees". I would go around saying it so casually, wondering why adults would stare at me so weird. Nobody told me I was pronouncing it wrong, because only my family ever heard it much, and they were too amused with my mispronunciation to tell me.
Anyway, one day, I came home from preschool and happily told Mom, "Hey, Mom! My teacher taught me something today!" Curious, Mom asked me what. I then shouted, "HA.. HA.. HERCULES!"
The look on Mom's face was priceless. She KNEW what I had said at school..
I still remember that absolutely HORRIFIED expression on her face.
When I was about 8 years old I was briefly interested in astrology. I was born in September so I'm a virgo. Virgo is the Latin word for virgin. I assumed they were interchangeable words, I liked 'virgin' better, so I used to tell people "I'm a virgin!" Nobody ever corrected my mistake, I just stopped saying it when I decided I didnt believe in astrology anymore.
When I was around 12, instead of saying "condos," I'd say "condoms." It took months for my parents to correct me. They thought it was hilarious.
That is was a "standing obation" not "ovation"
When I was about 8 I mentioned to to my mother that the Rolling Stones song 'I can't get no satisfaction' was grammatically incorrect and that it should be 'I can't get any satisfaction'.
She explained that they were using poetic licence.
For years I thought there was a special government office where you could apply for a special licence to use incorrect grammar.
I also thought this applied to using the numeral 4 instead of the word 'for' on a 'for sale' sign.
I thought that the word "Union" was pronounced "Onion".
Once, me and my family were naming banks to pass the time. I said "First Onion Bank"...
My mom corrected me...
spaghetti was pronounced "piscetti"
When I was little, I had a speech problem where I pronouced my "g" like a "d". I had an Aunt Gloria who I called "Aunt Doria". In turn, she called me "Daffy" because my nickname was "Kathy." In kindergarten, I went to speech classes that corrected the problem. I started calling her Gloria, so she called me Kathy. I was like "Aunt Gloria, you don't have a speech problem anymore!" She said, "I never had one," but I didn't realize that she had been making fun of me until later.
one time when i was about 5, i asked my dad if you could only say a certain number of words in your life! I thought there was likea certain number of times you coudl say each word, like you could say your own name a million times before you died, but you could only say your best friends name half of a million times. After you used up all your times for saying a word you were never allowed to say it again.
i had my7 year old cousin over and i was checking my emails as she was sat with me. In the email it said "ROFL" (Rolling on floor laughing)
My cousin, being the dipstick she is, thought it was another word for Funny, like "hilarious" or something.
So when she tells stories about funny things instead of saying "it was funny" she says "It was roffle"
I used to believe that if something was labeled “Adult” it just meant that it was really boring, and that kids wouldn’t like it. Because of this I often wondered why church wasn’t considered “Adult”
I'm from Ireland and in primary school coming up to St. Patricks Day they'd have plays and stuff on in scool and they'd always mention the millions of people who emigrated, but i thought emigrated meant disintegrated at the time so could never understand how millions of people went puff into dust... i pictured it kinda like vampires getting staked in Buffy... but Buffy wasn't on tv then so blame over active imagination....
I always believed movable bungalows were called "dungalows" and always believed it was right.
I visited a park when I was younger called "duinrell" in Holland and it's not until a couple days ago when I visited the website that I realised "duingalow" is just a gimmick..
I am 21.
When I was a little girl, my Father would take us out for lunch at a new restaurant every Sunday after church. I remember back now...to a moment, when my father used humor to discipline us in public quietly. I did not happen to chance to a belief that was completely off the mark. For my father implanted this belief into my brain. Not realizing that I would "really" believe him. anyways...back to the story...on this particular Sunday my sisters and I got a little more rambunctous than was proper. As all kids do from time to time when out sitting quietly for too long in a freshly pressed dress. anyways...I noticed a no soliciting sign on the wall and asked my father..."What does no soliciting mean daddy?". He answered, "it means you can't spank your children in here." I interpreted his humorous answer to mean that I ought to calm down. Which is I think what he intended. but then...later in life...I would read those signs and wonder why people couldn't spank their children there. When I began dating my husband in 1993 and one day I went to meet him for dinner at his parent house. On the door was a "no soliciting" sign. I remember commenting to my then boyfriend..."You can't spank your kinds here?" upon arriving at the door. Rob looked at me and said something like, "what are you talking about?" I think I said, "well no soliciting means no spanking your kids here right?" My now husband Robert lovingly replied, "no it means you cannot try to sell something here." when he told me this as gently as he did I did believe him and my brain wandered back to that day when I first learned the meaning of "no soliciting". I had believed my father's humorous discipline most certainly longer than he expected. I never got the chance to tell him about this hilarious misunderstanding. maybe someday I will whoop it up with him once again. ;)
Up until I was 18--18! I believed that there were two kinds of appetizers one could serve at a party--"orderves" and "horse dovers." I had read about "horse dovers" many times in books and magazines, but at all the parties I'd ever been to, they only served "orderves."
It wasn't until I heard a woman on the radio saying that she could never remember how to spell "hors d'oeuvres" that I figured it out. When I tried to spell this word on my own and nothing looked right, the Frenchiness of it all clicked.