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I thought when someone was described as being "mild-mannered" it meant they didn't have very good manners
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A few years ago, I was at my aunts house visiting. Well, she was a little annoyed at my cousin (who was about 6 at the time) always saying the word "aint". So me and my sister told her that we had a friend who used that word and she got so sick she had to go to the hospital. I only heard her say the word about once the whole rest of the time ;)
When sitting in the car one day, my sister complained about the meanings of so many words changing to mean something bad. When asked what she meant, she thought that 'lesbians' used to be what the little imps in Ireland were called!
when i young my sisters thought it would be funny to teach me my own language, they suceeded in this and by the time i was old enough to go to school i spoke in gibberish and had 2years of speech therapy, i believed this was normal.........
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I remember my mom saying it must be in their genes. I heard it as jeans and wondered what could possibly be in those jeans.
A long time ago, my friend had a different meaning for the word "gay".
So, one day, we were driving in the car (his dad was driving and his older brother-who was about 16-was in the passenger seat) and my friend said "hey dad, I'm gay!"
He was about 6 years old at the time and since then everyone still teases him about it.
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I used to say " The ghost is clear!" Instead of "The coast is clear"
When I was 6, I went to "after school care" because my parents worked later than school hours. One afternoon, I heard all the staff and some of the older students talking in a really worried way, and I heard them say, "After school care has been broken into!" But I thought they said that it has been "broken in two".. and I was really worried that I would be in a different half of it than all my friends.
When I was 5, my mom was being sued, and whenever I heard her discussing the lawsuit with my dad, I thought she was saying "lost shoe." So I worried very much that she would never find her lost shoe. It wasn't until I was saying grace at dinner one night and asked God to help my mom find her lost shoe that my parents figured out why I was so intent on helping my mom with her legal problems.
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I always thought that freak accidents where accidents that only involved freaks.
I used to believe that breaking up with a girlfriend or boyfriend meant you had to go to a place where u layed down and they took a hammer and u shattered to pieces
I used to believe that our "voiceboxes" came with a finite number of words twe could speak in our lifetime, so I believed it wase wise to conserve words lest one become mute after middle age.
One day my Dad came home from work and told my Mom that he'd hit a pigeon on the way home. I was very young and was still learning and confusing words. At the time, I thought a pigeon was a small person. I remember being very interested and shocked at the news that my Dad had hit a midget. I was even more amazed that he was so relaxed about it, like it was no big deal.
When I was young (about 3), I learned how to pronounce simple words from Sesame Street. They would sound out each letter of a word and then say the whole word. From this, I believed for a short time when you said a new word, you always had to say "buh...buh..." before it (sounding out the letter B), as in buh...buh...hand.
When I learned that a piece of glass that you look through was called a window, I naturally assumed that a piece of glass you see your reflection in was called a mirrow. It never made sense to me that the words for such similar things had different endings. Still doesn't.
I was watching the news with my mom when I was about 6 or 7, and heard about a woman getting raped, or "ranked", as I heard it.
A few weeks later at a boyscout meeting, we were given patches for our uniforms saying Rank ??. After the meeting I built up enough courage to pull thee scout leader aside and tell him i wasnt going to wear the patch because ranking someone was very bad, as my mom told me. I still remember the puzzled look on his face.
In our seventh grade science class while reading a chapter in our books out loud, when one person was asked to read a paragraph about squids, he said "A squid has ten 'testicles' while an octopus has only 8." He was supposed to say TENTACLES!!! The whole class burst out laughing!
i used to think alka seltxer was alka sexer
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I used to beleive that a nightgown was called a nightdown
I came home from school one day with a notice about Picture Day. I asked my mother if I could get a new pair of shoes. She asked me why I needed new shoes. I said that I wanted to look nice for Picture Day. She said nobody would be able to see my shoes in the picture. I pointed to the flyer and said "Look, it says right here, 'We will be photographing the entire student body.'" I don't think she stopped laughing for a solid two minutes.
My family is quite religious. Every Sunday my Dad, my sister and I would go to church together (we're Catholics) but my Mum always went to a different church (she's a Protestant). When I was little nobody actually told me what religion my Mum was. Eventually I picked up on what it was and got it loged in my mind that she was a prostitue (see the likeness???).
Come Christmas time my entire family (you know Granny, Grandpa, Uncle X, Auntie Y, Cousin Z) were about to leave for midnight mass. But my mum wasn't coming. So my grandad asked me "Why isn't your Mummy coming to church with us?" and so I replied loudly and proudly "Because she's a PROSTITUTE!".