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I used to believe that, since my last name was law, terms such as "mother-in-law" only applied to my family. So for instace if someone's last name was smith I thought it would be "father-in-smith" or "sister-in-smith".
When I was a little girl I thought that people with the same first name were related.
Both my parents coincidentally have the same last names, so when I was little, I always thought that you can only marry people with the same last names. i.e. your brothers/sisters...
A friend and I had the same name, but mine was spelled "Sara", and hers was "Sarah." I thought that my name was better because it didn't have the "h" and I kept prenouncing my friend's name Sara-HUH because I didn't know the "h" was silent.
I used to believe that my real name, Jessica, was unique, because I'd never really known anyone else with that name. So I'd often get confused when I heard someone call the name Jessica, even if it was on TV.
In our class were two girls called Emma who, for clarity, were known as "Emma" and "Em". I was a very proper little kid, and was highly offended when everyone started singing a song about their urinary functions - they were nice girls!
It went "A B C D E F G, H I J K
Em and Emma pee......."
My name is Alexander. When I was a little guy (3 or 4), I thought my first name was Alex and my middle name was Sander.
My mom has a thick "Rhode Islandese" Accent, and for the longest time (Up until I was 14-15) I thought my middle name was Collin, then I was suprised when I finally saw it written out - "Carlin"
My grandfather's name is Paul. I use to think his real name was paw paw and my grandmother just called him Paul for short.
I used to believe that Joaquin Phoenix's first name was pronounced "Joe-uh-quin" how weird, huh?
When I was born, my grandmother called me Laurie and everyone in the family followed suit. It was the name I always used, at school, at church, meeting new friends and so on. So when I got to first grade, the very first day, my teacher was doing roll call and mentioned a Lauren, but that wasn't my name, so I didn't answer. She gets to the end and I haven't uttered a peep, so she walks up to me and says, "you're Lauren." which couldn't be true because I'd never been called by that name before. I stood up and shouted at the top of my lungs, "My name is Laurie!"
When I was 3 or 4 I had the B-I-N-G-O record for my little record player. I used to play it all the time and walk around singing the song. Unfortunately I misheard what the song said and thought it was B-I-M-B-O so when a little stray dog walked up our drive one day, I named him Bimbo.We were friends for years. Now I am an adult, I wonder why no one ever said anything about his name!
When I was little I thought everyone with the same name as me had stolen my name (Stephen). Then when I was in 1st grade, a new boy came in named- guess what- Stephen. That night, my mom caught me in my room about to call the police on the "thief".
My dad's name is Mark - and when I was 5, my best friend's dad's name was Mark. Seeing as how those were the only two dads I knew, I thought all dads were named Mark. When I started going to school, a classmate of mine mentioned his dad's name was Dennis. For the longest time, I felt bad that he didn't have a Mark!
I am Caucasian, and when I was in kindergarten, I made my first African-American aquaintence, who happened to have the same name as me. We were the same age and size and found that we had similar interests and beleifs. This made me believe that there was an African-Amercian version of each Caucasian in the world.
My mother didn't go with me on my first day of Kindergarten. The teacher kept asking me "Who are you?" and I would tell her "I am Julie's little sister. Don't you remember her? She was in your class last year."
The poor teacher was getting so frustrated. After half an hour of questioning me, she finally asked "What is your name?" She should have asked that first.
my dad told me that when he was really young, he thought all women were called 'mommies' and all men were called 'daddies'
One day when my father was a very young child, back in the early sixties when the civil rights movement was in full force, he was riding the bus with his mother. It was already crowded when the driver stopped and picked up a black man who proceeded to take a seat right next to them. My dad then leaned over, looked the man straight in the eye, and said "Hi daddy!"
I can't even imagine what grandma's reaction was.
In our family, like many others I'm sure, we have little made up words for everyday things to make it easier for the toddlers as they learn to speak and for the adults to understand.
boo-boo = a hurt or a scare, be-bette = an insect, bankie = blankie
The one that really stands out though was 'na-na' which meant food. For a 6 year old, the most logical conclusion as to why we called my step-grandmother 'Nana' was because she was always eating. :-X
(I hope she never reads this)
I used to beleif that my mom's name was mommy. Then one ay, I was playing at my friend's house and when she said " Mommy...... can you bring me some water?", I told here " Wow! You mom's name is Mommy too!"... the look she gave me marked the beginning of the end of my naive childhood!
quand j'etais petite je croiyait que quand des gens atteignent 18ans il changaient de noms pour des noms qui font plus femme ou homme alors que l'orsque que l'on eté petit on avaient des noms d'enfants