I figured out sex in the most basic way when I was 4 or so but I didn’t have a good grasp of female anatomy. I thought all intercourse was anal and babies were born that way too. That explained why women were always bitching about the pain of childbirth. As a male child, I could imagine the butthurt involved but thankful I wouldn’t ever have to go through that.
I too confused Guerrillas with gorillas. I use to wonder if, and even worry about people on TV being able to see me watching them. I also use to think everything was alive and telepathic. I thought I could communicate with the walls, my bed, my shoes, whatever, with my mind. Although they couldn’t communicate back I thought I could sense their feelings.
Also, I thought that adults were never mean to each other like kids could be so I preferred hanging around adults and couldn’t wait to be one myself so I wouldn’t have to be around kids any more.
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A pm with the requested info and an explanation as to why I can’t answer here has been sent you, Enuma.
Thanks for giving in to your curious side and don’t worry, it’s nothing bad, but something which may be considered “cute” by some.
Thanks
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I used to think that people on TV could see you, just like you were seeing them. And as such, I would never get undressed in front of the TV while it was on. I didn’t want those people to see me naked.
After many TV shows of the 60’s, a voice would come on and say “The Beverly Hillbillies is brought to you by…” some sponsor.
I specifically asked Mom if the word “isbroughttoyouby” is the longest word ever and what it meant.
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I am confused by Quasi’s answer now, because as a guy from rural Pennsylvania, “the po-po” is a humorous derogatory term for the police.
No, the longest word ever is soon after that. It immediately follows: “And now a word from our sponsor.”
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It means “buckeyes” doesn’t it…
I was very advanced. When I was little I thought that the “big” TV (the console with the 27-inch screen in the living room) showed more picture than the “little” TV in my bedroom, and so whenever possible I would try to watch shows on the big TV so I could see as much of the picture as I could. I even remember explaining this misbegotten idea to my sister in terms of how many trees you could see in a forest scene on an episode of Six Million Dollar Man.
Wrong though my understanding of technology was at the time, imagine how nostalgic I got when, decades later, “full screen” DVDs started to make the general public aware of the difference between pan & scan and widescreen.
Even though I had heard the terms cover and remake, for a long time I thought that musicians all wrote their own songs.
Heh. For a long time, I thought a ‘cover’ meant that the original song wasn’t very good, so the ‘cover’ was one they recorded over it, to cover it up! 
Sounds logical to me. 
I am now so very very confused. The language of which Quasimodem speaks is German. ‘Popo’ is a cute Germanic word for buttocks. My Mom is German and would have known this.
Why would I think it referred to female body parts? Who would tell me this and use Mom as a cover? (I note here that even though my parents spoke both German and English, they didn’t teach us kids German, but used it as a way to communicate so us kids didn’t know what they were saying.)
When I was 5, my closest brothers were 9 and 10. I sense some evil older brother machinations here… or maybe I was just a really dumb little kid … NO - It has to be my brothers!
I’ll give you an example. Quick backstory - my Dad was a Lutheran Pastor. His sermons were very much in the fire and brimstone vein and Hell and its tortures were described early and often. When I was 5, I was very afraid of Satan. My brothers were less so. My two older brothers and I shared a bedroom, but they had a later bedtime. Every night before bed, I would very carefully place my slippers by the side of my bed so they would be right there in the morning.
In the morning, I would wake up and my slippers would be gone, I would search for them and find them in strange places - far under my bed, in the closet, in the bathroom, on the stairs. Once outside my window covered in dew. I confronted my brothers every day about this and every day they vehemently denied any involvement, but proffered the same explanation: “Satan did it!”
I knew they were lying, but this went on for weeks and months and their answer never changed, “Satan did it!” “Why would the Devil bother about me?” I would ask. “We dunno, you must have done something, cuz he’s obviously out to get you!” “Why would he be out to get me? I’m a little kid?!!” “How should we know, Satan isn’t out to get us. Maybe its cuz your evil. You know, like Dad says - evil is attracted to evil, maybe Satan sees something in you he likes!”
And on and on and on, until one night I had a horrible nightmare that the Dark Lord of the Underworld was indeed out to get me, because I was really his son and had been stolen by my current family. (I should have asked the Dark Lord if he would be inclined to leave my slippers alone if I went to live with him…)
I awoke screaming my lungs out and woke up the whole house. The story came out and my parents made my brothers fess up and apologize, which they did reluctantly, as if they were being banned from the best amusement park ever.
Popo - yup, gotta be my brothers. I have to make some phonecalls…
I believed that the people I saw on tv were actually somehow inside the back of the console.
There was an old lady that we would see walking every day. Her legs were all knotted up with lumps and bumps. I asked my dad what those bumps were and he told me they were noses of little children that had been bad. I believed it for a long time. She scared the crap out of me.