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my father's name is mike. as it happens, two of my uncles and my cousin are also called mike. when i was really little i asssumed that 'mike' meant 'man' and would call surprised shop-keepers and random strangers 'mike'
I used to think that all people who were called "John" were actually named "Jonathan" and "John" was just the shortened form of the name. Same thing with "Chris" and "Christopher", as well as "Alex" and "Alexander".
When William Kennedy Smith was on trial for rape in Florida I didn't understand how he was related to the Kennedys and could be a first cousin to JFK, Jr. I knew that Kennedy was his middle name, but I didn't realize until later on that many individuals are named for their mother's family. Dr. Smith's mom is Jean Kennedy-hence his middle name Kennedy.
I also still confuse Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley since their names are so similar. At one time I thought that they were the same person.
I used to believe that when people said '...and so and so' or 'so and so did this..' I thought 'so and so' was a real person called Soanso, and I used go around the playground asking if anyone had seen Soanso!
When I was little, I believed that every person with the same name had to look exactly alike. Example: Every Michael looked alike, every Jane looked alike.. you get the idea. Kind of like how all the different kinds of Barbies, Kens, etc. all look alike. I met another Samantha and she didn't look anything like me. I made her cry because I told her she was a "Samantha Imposter" and that there was no way that could possibly be her real name. Whoops.
when i was 6 i had a friend that lived next door. His name was Juan..but i called him one...because of his accent thats what i thought he said, and i never heard the name juan before.
When he was about 2, my brother was convinced that our little sisters name was "Her", because people were always sayingto him "Jack, leave her alone", or "Jack, let her sleep" and the like.
I used to believe that your name made you look the way you did. I dont know where I got that...
I worked for a daycare watching the 2 and 3 year olds and one day I had a little boy and a little girl. The little girl, Diamond, her mother came to pick her up in the middle of nap time. When the little boy woke up, realizing that Diamond was gone, ran up to me and asked where Diamond was. I told him that her mommy came to pick her up. The with the most innocent eyes he looked up at me and said, "but Miss Sara, the man on tv said that Diamonds are forever."
When i was a baby, my parents called me weezer. This nickname stuck with me, but was not used very much. My dad eventally evolved the nickname into "Louise" which my dad used every once in a while. I went till the time i was about 7 thinking my middle name was louise, thinking that it had to be a middle name. My real middle name is Alan.
When I was young I asked my mom when I would change my name for a grown-up name. I was convinced that we were given a "child name" and that when we would grow, we would change name for an "adult name" like Rita or Gertrude.
When I was younger, I used to believe that my mom's name was Mommy. I had no idea that she had a real name like I did :-p
In gradeschool I had a friend named Renee. For about five months I thought her name was Grenade. My mom said, "are you sure it's not Renee?" I told her, "No, it's Grenade." and she looked at my dad with a knowing smile.
When I was about 5 years old I remember hearing the name "Pat Buchanan" on the news a lot, but it never occured to me that "Pat" could be a man's name. I always heard it (and still sometimes think of him as) "Patthew Cannon."
i thought that when you were a grownup you changed you name, because old people had weird names.
like all my friends names were "sarah" and "chris" etc, but all the grownups had weird names like 'hilda" and "lily" so i thought you changed it when you got older to make it more "adult"
My grandmother completely convinced her little brother that he was adopted because his name didn't end in a y-sound like the rest of their family's names did. He never told their parents, but still worried years later that he really was adopted.
When I was very young (3 or 4 I think), I was led to believe by my Dad that my last name was from an ancient indian word. I held this belief until I was around 9 or 10 and shared this information with some of my friend. They laughed so hard they cried. I said "come with me" and took them to see my dad. After telling my dad about it, he started busting out laughing as well. Apparently he was joking with me and never thought that I'd retain that information. I was humiliated, but luckily I had good friends that didn't give me too hard of a time about it. :)
I think that incident is the root of my cynical nature. ;)
When I was younger, I used to believe my name was "Kaychris". Whenever we would go out, my mom would say to me. "K Chris, lets go"
Our pediatrian was named Dr. Woodhead. I remember my brother and I (under 7 years old) were horrified and scared that our doctor had a wooden head. It took my mom a while to explain the concept of a last name!
When I was about 3, our neighbor had a baby. Her son, who was my age, ran over to us and told us that his mom had a girl. Well, my parents asked him what her name was. He said "Banana Gold". Of course, my parents were completely baffled about why the baby was named Banana Gold. They spent a while figuring out what Kevin really meant. It turned out that the baby's name was Amanda Nicole.