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I saw a Public Service Announcement on TV saying that "All Aliens need to register at their local Immigration office by December 31st." I ran to my mom and said, "Mom, there are ALIENS on Earth! They just said so on TV!" I was a little frightened, but also a little excited. Wouldn't it be cool to have some little green person, or Mr. Spock, or Uncle Martin living on your block? Then mom explained that people from other countries living here were also called "aliens." Well, I guessed that would be cool, too...though not *quite* as exciting as having a spaceman for a neighbor.
i used to believe i was native american because i was a native of america!!!
I found my mother's "Alien" card when I was 5 years old. I actually believed my mom was an alien, until I finally asked her and she explained that she was an immigrant.
(I can't find an appropraite category for this one...)
When I was younger, my family was in the military and moved around between countries. Thus, we always had passports.
It wasn't until high school that I learned that passports are not required by citizens until they leave the country. I'd always thought everyone had a passport from the day they were born.
I used to believe the reason my latina mother was so dark compared to me was because she drank coffee. Years later I learned it was because my father was white that I was so pale.
Probably why I like coffee so much now lol
I used to believe black people were made of chocolate. My mom took me to the toy store to buy a doll and i desperately wanted the black cabbage patch kid... i cried and cried I WANT THE CHOCOLATE ONE!!!! She was so embarrassed!
when i was in second grade they came out with flaming hot cheetos, but i had never heard of them. then a friend of mine was walking down the street so i went outside to see her and she was eating flaming hot cheetos and she was black. she offered me some and i declined because i thought they were cheetos that only black people ate. i called them, black people cheetos.
I used to believe that "euthenasia" was "youth in Asia", and I couldn't figure why that was A Bad Thing.
When I was young I used to read a comic called The Dandy.
One strip was called the Jocks & The Geordies.
It was easy to see that the Jocks were Scots because they wore big Tam O' Shanters & liked to say stuff like "Jings" when they were surprised.
The Geordies all wore smart school uniforms & spoke plain English, so I assumed they were posh English kids & Geordie was a Scottish slang word for such a person.
My Dad was surprised when I started to use Geordie in this context & had to explain it actually meant someone from Newcastle, which is a fairly unposh place.
I use to think pedestrians were a special race of people who if you hit them specifically you would get in trouble. I thought there was a country called pedestria.
All the people that lived in Scotland were girls
I used to believe that mexican babies were born when a black person and a white person had a baby together. I don't know where I got that idea since I am half mexican and neither of my parents are black. Oh well. Heres to being a kid.
I used to believe that the stereotypical politeness of Far Eastern Asia was because everyone there knew martial arts. Logically, you would never be rude to anyone in case they'd kick your ass.
When people would ask me what was my background, I would tell them 1/2 German and 1/2 Brooklyn!
I am Canadian, and when I was small, we went to visit my aunt's family in America for Christmas. My aunt had married into a Jewish family, and my older brother told me that her family did not usually celebrate Christmas, but they would this year just because we were coming. I knew nothing about Judaism, so I assumed, and believed for several years, that Americans (the only differnce I understood being our nationality) did not celebrate Christmas.
I used to think all Icelandic people looked like Bjork.
When I was little, I was told that I should finish my plate, because children were starving in China...
Whenever we ate chinese food, I was convinced I was eating a poor starving child's food!
when i was 6 or 7 i lived in scotland and we were just doing some work in school on the vikings and how they had invaded england, when my mum told us we were moving to england. i remember crying hysterically because i truly believed that people in england still lived in straw huts like the vikings did. it took my mum several weeks to reassure me that we would be living in a brick built house with a proper roof
i used to believe that when chinese people cried their tears went into their ears
I believed that, because I spoke English, I was English.