Misunderstanding

Very young, when I first heard the word irony, I thought it was what moms felt, stuck with housework, like ironing. Or, kindergarten year, I oddly believed the principal lived at the school, until a girl said she saw him driving home.

Maybe six, my mom would take me along to these very lively auctions on Washington in the Adams District.  Always believed the shouting, animated auctioneer guy was upset, and I wondered why. My mom, of course, couldn't understand my dopey question, so I came up with my own reason: he also didn't want to be there.

We make it through childhood despite often misunderstanding reality. All the while- this past year most certainly- reality hasn't stopped being illusive. Then, what unknowingly odd or wrong things do I think now, as a grown-up?