people: names

My older brother's name is Michael, but because I could not pronounce him name when I was little, I called him My My, and corrected many people including my parents when they called him by his proper name.

when i was little my father would affectionately call me 'pedals'. I wasn't sure why he called me this, i assumed it had something to do with my bike riding skills. I was nearly 18 years old before i realised he had been calling me 'petals'.

I used to believe that everyone who had the same first name must also have the same middle name. My younger brother is named Matthew Scott (we call him Scott) and I assumed that every Matthew I met was also Matthew Scott. (I have an uncommon name, and never met anyone else with it and that was only more proof somehow.)

When I was little, I assumed (incorrectly) that all people got to choose their own nicknames, and it was only a coincidence that many of them were shorter versions of their actual names (like 'Sam' for Samantha). I thought that everyone else was just really bad at thinking up their own nicknames, and since I liked the name Jennifer so much, I decided my nickname would be Jennifer.

There was a boy at my elementary school named Ashley. I always thought he was a girl, as he was slender with large blue eyes and short blonde curls. Until he moved away in fourth grade I thought he was a she and he was always invited to my slumber parties, and would come. It wasn't until fifth grade that my best friend Carly pointed out that Ashley was a boy.

I hope I didn't make him gay with those makeovers...

PLEASE don't name your sons Ashley, no matter how much you love the movie Gone with the Wind!!

As a six year old boy , I was very dissapointed and upset when I heard a boy call his brother by my name,Joe, I thought I was the only one in the world with that name.And to worsen things that other Joe looked very obnoxious to me.

I was probably in second or third grade when my mother was reading the book Jane Eyre for a class, and I asked her what it was about. She gave me a brief outline of the story, and I was very interested, particularly in the part about the crazy lady up in the attic. I asked why she went crazy, and my mother told me it was because her name was Bertha. I completely believed this (wouldn't YOU go crazy, if your name was Bertha?), but my mother didn't realize I did until she heard me telling a friend, in all sincerity, the story EXACTLY as it was told to me. It just cracked her up.

I used to believe that all people with the same last name were related. For instance, I thought actor George Kennedy was related to President Kennedy's family.

My father's name is Olav, and when I started reading I confused it with "oval" - and my Dad is not skinny, so it took me a few years to understand that I misspelled his name...

my little sister, whose name is anna, used to think "anoraks" were really called "annaraks", so mine would be a "tiarak", our dad's a "paparak" and so on...

When I was about 5 I believed that like a cabbage patch doll children just arrived already named and like it or not, you had to live with it.

My name is Derek and I used to think I was I was the only one. (Derek that is) Everyone spelled my name either Derrick, or Derik. When I told them it was D-e-r-e-k, they always said, "Well thats a weird way to spell it!"

My name is Heather Louise and when I was younger I had never heard of an older woman named Heather, however I HAD known ALOT of old woman named Louise. I thought that when you got older you had to go by your middle name and that all the old women named Louise used to be young Heathers.

My younger sister believed that since her name was Jeannie..she was the only one who could do the "I Dream of Jeannie" dance right.

when I was around 6 years old, I thought that people got a new name when they became adults. my mother`s name is Anveig, and I couldn`t imagine a baby or a child with that name!

I once heard a small boy going around saying.....I'm Steven Cool Urkel.....instead of Steven Q. Urkel. He really believed that Steve was called Steven Cool Urkel. Steve wasn't cool at all....hehe.

"language problems"