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when I was little I got paparazzi and pavarotti confused, I learned the truth when Princess Diana died, because they said they were speeding to get away from the paparazzi, and I couldn't understand why a fat itallian singer would be chasing them and why they'd have to speed away from him.
When I was little i thought that cursive was a grown-up language that was made up of just circles so when i wanted to send a parent a secret message i would put endless connected circles and got mad at my parent when they couldn't read it
Although I don't remember this, my mother swears that when she was teaching me the alphabet, she could not get me to say W, X, Y and Z...
I would say double-me, X, Y and Z.
She loves to bring this up at family gatherings just to anoy me.
about 2 years ago (im 16 now) i learnt that february is spelt that way instead of febuary. i felt so cheated!
I once noticed in a book that the author had used a dashes at the end of some lines. Not realising this was just used if a whole word couldn't fit on the end of a line and had to be continued on the next, I proceeded to write an essay with dashes at the end of every line. My Teacher, Sister Isabelle, seemed to think I was trying to wind her up and shit hit my knuckles with a ruler. I must have only been about 5. Nuns!
i have always spelled "separate" S-E-P-E-R-A-T-E, eventhough someone has corrected me, i still remain mis-spelling it on purpose coz i think this is the way it should be spelled.
I used to have a chart of the alphabet on my bedroom wall. I remember, at about the ages of four, spending a substantial amount of time repeating the phonetic sounds of the letters in a vain attempt to find the letter that made the 'ch' sound. Needless to say, I never found it.
I always thought that the letter A was red, B was green, C was golden yellow... and so on, to Z which was black. I haven't the slightest idea where I got that (seeing how words are printed all in black in books) but it just seemed logical. When someone tried to show me how to spell my name using a blue crayon, I yelled "That's not how you make a A!"
Similer deal with numbers, whose colours mixed when you added them. Oddly enough, I still think of colour in this way.
at grade 3, I was assigned to write about War, for Remembrance Day. I wrote a confusing story about the bad things done by "The Whore"; confusing because the bad things would apply to both Wars & dirty Whores, & the teacher was curious where I learned all this at 7 years old.
I just figured that a Big, Important concept like War should use Big, Important spelling -- W's spelled with a silent h & the "OR" continuing into a trailing e
When I was five (and just learning to read) I was looking at a roll of TUMS on my mom's nightstand and read the letters backwards.
A few weeks went by and instead of just reading the letters, I could actually put the letters together. Instead of my mom's medicine being called S...M...U...T... I now knew it was called SMUT.
At the grocery store checkout stand a few weeks later, my mom was rubbing her temples while we were waiting to check out. I proudly said - so everyone could hear - "Mom, if you're feeling bad, just buy you some SMUT. It always makes you better."
Her jaw dropped, and I think she forgot about her headache.
I used to baby-sit a little girl. She loved to watch Sesame Street and particularly loved the character Elmo. So, when she was three and learned her alphabet, she always said H-I-J-K-Elmo-P. It was always so adorable and we would ask her to say her alphabet over and over just to hear it. Last time I saw her, when she was 6, she was still saying it that way
When I was about 10, I would play "lawyer" in my room. My mom came in one day and saw on my "legal papers" the word prostitute. I had gotten confused between the words prostitute and prosecute.
I used to think that the alphabet went like this: ABCDEFGHIJKL *a minnow* P...
i used to think that 'e' was in the wrong place in the alphabet bc to me all letters and numbers had personalies and 'e' was a mean letter and he lied and cheated a lot, so he should not be so early in the alphabet or such an important letter. I think i associated him with the color green which for some reason i really didn't like.
This happened with my teenaged son. He actually could spell quite well, but his handwriting was atrocious. One day my spouse and I were packaging foods in plastic containers in preparation for a long camping trip, and we assigned our son the job of writing the name of the contents on the lid of each container. When we began opening the containers, each one was like a surprise package! I don't remember them all, except "Raisins" looked like "Raisies," which of course, we never let him forget. Raisins remain Raisies to this day!
When I was in kindergarten I used to think that the letter 'n' was in the alphabet twice because at the end of the song, you would sing, "Y and Z", but nobody was being very clear in their pronunciation. This was a source of confusion for probably two years when I would ask my mom "which 'n' do I use here?"
It took me the longest time to differentiate between the words "horse" and "house". Drove me nuts, it did.
I believed that "hamster" was spelled "hampster". I didn't believe Mum, even when she showed me the correct spelling in the dictionary. I assumed the dictionary was wrong.
This is from the same child who could spell "chameleon" at age 5. Most of the kids I knew didn't know what a chameleon was.
I used to believe that the letter P, in the alphabet song, was very special, because when you sung the song it sounded like you were supposed to say: ...H,I,J,K,"elemeno" P...(say it out loud). I thought the word "elemeno" meant something very special about the letter P. I later realized that I had been stringing the letters L,M,N and O into one sound...it's funny, cause it never occurred to me that those letters were not in my alphabet song, even though I knew they existed.
when i was about ten, my parents bought tickets to see the musical version of 'les miserables.' i was so upset that they weren't bringing me, that i wrote my mom a very angry note and pinned it on her bedroom door. she saw the note, and started laughing, which incensed me even more. when she showed me the note and why she was laughing, i understood, but became even more enraged. in my blind fury, instead of writing 'i HATE you' i had written 'i HAT you'. how's that for being a mean kid?