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I use to call myself Sarah A Little bit Bist in stead or Sarah Elisabeth Bist
I used to believe people's names changed as they got older. You know, I just couldn't picture a baby named Myrtle or George - I just thought as you got older, your name changed to suit your age. And I distinctly remember asking my mom one morning if my baby sister's name was still Christine. She must've thought I was nuts.
When I was born, my parent's never gave me a middle name. When I asked my parents why, they'd tell me it was because we were poor and that it cost extra to have a middle name. Then when I was 15 and I met my (then) boyfriend's parents, they asked my what my middle name was. I explained to them that I didn't have one. They asked "why?" I told them it was because my parents couldn't afford one. They explained back to me that they thought that was very odd, because they didn't have much money when they had kids, and that they didn't have to pay extra for their kids' middle names. I had FINALLY figured out after all those years my parents had me fooled.
I used to think that Alex Trebek's name was Jeapoardy.
Thought Netanyahu was really Benjamin Nathan Yahoo and I thought that was just the coolest name ever.......I guess I had just heard it and had never seen it written
my friend thought the man in the chip shop on Frank Street must logically be called Frank!....otherwise how could it be Frank St chip shop?!
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!