I used to think that you have to have the same birthday as your parent to have "junior" in your name.
I once had a really funny incident on the phone when an old lady said her name was Aileen, and I thought she said alien.
One time, I wanted to play hooky from school so that I could go to a cafe and eat this really cool dessert I saw on the menu.
My mother told me that if you played hooky, you were legally required to stay at home.
I believed her.
I used to think that the parents of neglected children, actually chose names that they specifically hated, so if they hated the names George and Karen, for instance, then the pregnant mother would punch her stomach and say 'if you keep kicking my stomach, then I'm naming you George ________ or Karen ________ when you are born!
I used to think those propeller hats could actually make you fly.
When I heard of the last name Armstrong, I thought it was the name given to people with strong arms and that last names involving body parts were common, for instance a woman with big eyes might be called "Molly Eyebig".
A worker at our school played "Simon Says", so I thought the worker's actual name was 'Simon', even though she was a woman!
When I was little, my dad had a friend named Scott. I thought my dad's friend was the king of Scotland
This is not me, but my father. We live in a small town with a volunteer fire department and so whenever the fire department is needed, a siren goes off.
Well, one day, I heard a siren that sounded like the normal siren only distant and my father claimed that the neighboring town had a "shark siren".
My mother thought that sounded a bit weird, and then my father realized that he'd probably been lied to as a kid and bought it all his life! (He's 45, so he'd be believing the lie for decades!). He suspected either his parents, or this one friend he's had for a long time were the ones to lie to him.
i distincly remember, when I was little, I thought my freckles were a disease. I thought that my fleckles, would fade; it’s a bittersweet memory.