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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.
I used to think Cockneys only ever talked in rhyming slang.
When I was little i thought lb for pounds was pronounced lubs, and i called them that for 2 years.
When I was really young, probably about 3 years old, I thought "attention" was a cool minty candy that came in green band-aid tins. I'm not sure how I got this idea, but my parents thought maybe my grandma had used the word when applying band-aids to my cousins. Anyhow, one day I got to thinking about this "attention," and decided I wanted some. I marched into my parents room, where they were sitting and talking. "I want some attention!!" I demanded. They both turned, focused on me, and said, "sure, honey, you have our attention." I was extremely confused, and asked again - only to get the same response. I was about ready to freak out when they finally asked me if I knew what attention was. Finally cleared that one up!
My father is a paramedic so one day after work when I was about 6 yrs old, he said today I had a patient with his bone sticking out of his leg. Earlier that week I heard someone say boner, and though thats what it meant. So I said , like a boner? lol he didnt talk to me for a while
I have a friend whose son knows that eight is a number and ate is the past tense of eat. Because of this, he thinks that as well as being able to say that you ate something, you can also say that you sevened it, or sixed it, and so on. (Maybe he thinks that refers to the number of times you chew each mouthful before swallowing it, in which case if you say you oned it then presumably you gulped it down in one go without chewing it first!)
i used to think the New York accent was the accent all old people had because as a child all the old people I knew (grandparents, great grandma, great aunts, uncles, etc) had thick NY accents. Also that when you become old you automatically develop a New York accent as like a rite of passage ...I was a strange child
I believed that when my dad said that he was going to "give me something to cry about" that he truly was gonna GIVE me something to make me cry like a frog or snake or something likewise slimy and scary.
One of my former close friends had a young sister, I believe she was 3 or 4, whom, at the sight of any sort of vehicle not deemed a "car," would excitedly scream, "Fuck! FUCK!!" until it had left her sight..
I used to believe that knock knock jokes were always funny and you could make them up out of any words. My favourite that I made up was:
(door handle who?)
When I was little I would always get confused with the words homo and hobo. One day, while in NYC, I saw a man sleeping on a bench. To my mother's horror I exclaimed, "Look! A homo!" and recieved many puzzled stares. I haven't mixed them up since.
I used to think that risque was just another way of saying risky.
I was having a conversation with my grandma one day, about history and things she historical events she lived through and whatnot, and she told me she was in a class (she was about 14) after JFK was shot and she couldn't understand why everyone was upset. She thought "assassinated" meant to win an award or was an honor.
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
When I started kindergarten, my teacher would call out our full names in class ('Jane Marie Smith' instead of just 'Jane Smith'). For the first week and a half, I did not answer and wondered why she never spoke to me. When she asked my why I never answered her, I explained that she never called my name. A heated argument followed and I went home to tell my mom how crazy my teacher was. I was outraged to find out that my middle name was indeed what the teacher had claimed and was NOT Pumpkin. I quietly apologized to my teacher the next day and have not been called "pumpkin" since.
I used to believe that people were born with accents.
i used to believe "eaves drop" was actually "ears drop"
I used to be in a class with a girl whose last name was Lurdet. I kept mishearing it as Lordette and thought that a lordette was the female version of a lord.
The first time I heard the word "magpie" was in very casual conversation so I wasn't exactly sure what was said. I saw some while in the car with my dad and while pointing them out made the best guess I could at their name. I said "Look at those mudpies." My dad couldn't stop laughing and teased me about it for years even though I was highly embarrassed!
I used to believe the world spoke English except for French when I was little boy. I thought only the French spoke French. In the end one day a German spoke to me...