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for some strange reason, I thought an hour was two hours and a half an hour was 1 hour. i don't know how i came up with that one.
when my dad heard that some one was going to knock him into next week he said something like "but what if i get hungry" or "ill be there all by myself."
i used to think that inanimate objects came to life after midnight. i dont even remember someone telling me that, just thought it up. also for some reason i always thought it would be neat to say hello to a streetlamp.
When I was about 5 I used to say "the day after yesterday" when I meant two days ago.
When I was young, I used to wonder
how different things got their
names. When I was about eight years
old, I remember walking to, and from,
church, every Sunday morning, with my
dad. I thought Sunday must have been
called that, because it was sunny.
The only problem was, it always seemed
that my dad and I would get caught in
rain showers, on our walks, every Sunday.
I couldn`t understand this, and I
remember, on countless occasions, asking
my dad why they called it Sunday. I
told him I thought they should have
called it RAINDAY!
When I was little my dad used to watch the weather channel and they would always talk about the wheat days and I wondered why until I asked my dad and he said they were week days.
I thought that whenever i woke up was 1:00 and as soon as i went to sleep it would be 12:00
When I was a child I thought there was: twelve o'clock in the morning, twelve o'clock in the afternoon and twelve o'clock at night:)
when i was little i didn't realize there was wednesday, so my week went monday,tuesday,thursday,thursday, friday,saturday sunday.
I used to believe that there were only two years, 1973 and 1974, and that they alternated being the current year.
I used to think that fater time and mother earth were married
I have a friend who is a freshman in college this year. She was in a class and notice on the sylabus that she had off on a monday in january and it said, "MLK Day" below it. She raised her hand and asked the professer, "What is Milk Day." The class, while giggling, told her that's a day when you're supposed to got to a farm and milk a cow. She said, "Oh, weird, I've never heard of that." So from now on Martin Luther King, Jr. Day will always be "Milk Day."
When i was little my uncle use to tell me that if I didnt go to bed by 8 o'clock that I would turn into a pumpkin. I didnt learn that that wasnt true until i was 9. I was so confused
When I was little, I was just BENT on going back to the dinosaur age like Calvin and Hobbes. I made a box, drew on it, and sat in it for over 48 hours at a time. I'd occasionally yell "MOM! I THINK I'M TOO HUNGRY FOR IT TO WORK!" so she'd bring me some stuff. So finally, I went back to the dinosaur age, but my mom was like "No dinosaurs, it's time for school." I woke up...depressed.
mY FRIEND TOLD ME THAT WHEN SOMEONE SAYS IT'S QARTER TO 10 .. HE WOULD THINK THERE WAS TEN QAUTERS ROLLING BY.LOL
When I was little (say, 6 or 7 years young) I used to believe that in different states, countries, places, and towns that I would be in a different year. For instance, when we went to England...I thought that the year was 1887...and when we when to France, i thought it was 1908... or when we were at home it was "normal" time.
Man, I was a confused kid.
I used to believe that Christmas happened every once in a while because people decided to put up lights.
I never connected it with years or anything.
When I was 5 and learned what the calendar was, I thought the end of the calendar was the end of all life. So one day in December when I flipped the calendar and that was the last page, I had the biggest temper tantrum ever. I wasn't ready to die at 5 and didn't understand why the Norman Rockwell painting on the last picture of the last page of the last calendar of life on earth was so happy looking.
My parents used to scare my little sister and I half to death by saying that if we weren't in bed by 8pm then Wee Willie Winkie would come knocking at our letterbox....we never knew who he was or what he'd do, but hell we were scared!
At about the age of 6 i asked my mother
what day it was. The reply was given in the form of a rather poor gag.
"ITS WEDNESDAY ALL DAY, DEAR"
needless to say the following wednesday i attempted to let my teacher know that i could go home at lunch time because today finished early.
It took me another 23 years to figure out that all days last 24 hours
Still we live in hope