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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.
i used to believe Hungarian 're always hungry .that 's why they callled Hungary.
I grew up whit 3 siblings, and they are all older than me, much older. I was the little sister they loved to tease. Since I was the fourth kid in the family, they told me I would turn in to be a chinees. Since every 4 born child in the world was chinees, I stood up every morning and looked in the mirror to see if my eyes was smaller...
My dad used to tell my brother and I we were 'pukes', not telling us what that meant and we thought we had some weird problems. Later he told us that he called my brother and I 'pukes' because we are half Polish and half Ukrainian.
I used to think that Hungary would always eat Turkey!
Since I'm Canadian, and my dad was an American living in Canada, he didn't have his Canadian citizenship. when I was about age I don't know, 5 to 10, I thought that if my dad didn't get his citizenship soon, then he'd have to move to the United States, and I'd never be allowed to see him again!! now he has his citizenship and all is good.