Wondering why I typed that? Well, a lot of myths and traditions and practices involve counting.
Recently(by that I mean this morning), I had the hiccups. Mommy said I should drink a glass of water. But I felt lazy and comfy in my bed and I was searching the web, so I decided to do the whole Hold-Your-Breathe-For-Ten-Seconds thing. I did, but the hiccups did not go away. So, I got up and went to the kitchen to put myself out of my misery.
After that, I thought about other myths and practices that involve counting. Then, I remember the counting sheep-thing. You know, count the imaginary sheep that jump over the imaginary fence in the imaginary field. I tried that several times, especially when I was, like, I dunno maybe kindergarten. It works, and before I thought it was like a call to the SandMan to put sleepy-dust in my eyes.
In the later years, I realized that there was NO SandMan, and I only fell asleep because I get tired of counting the sheep.
Then there's one thousand one, one thousand two, where one one thousand equivalents to obe second. I tested it out, and it was true.
And when you're mad, you're kinda suppose to cout from one to ten again. To cool your temper. I'm a kind of person that gets mad easily, and I do these sometime(not all the time, though. I don't have the best memory). It works, sorta. Well, it makes my temper go down, but my rage for this person doesn't go away.
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| On A Scale of 1-10. I do this before I go to sleep |
Then, there are jokes about one to ten kind of stuff. What I found the most corny was:
Q: Why was six afraid of seven?
A:Because seven ate nine! (seven eight nine)
At first, I was kind confused by the joke. Seven Eight Nine? What was Six Afraid of? Because Sven is next to 8 and 9?
When they explained it to me, I said,"AAaaaahhhhh...... ok"
Anyways, I think these kind of things are only ways to teach kids how to count properly. But then again, I'm no kid and I do these all the time. ;)
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