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When my younger brother was about seven I told hime that some sheep had green marks on there coats because they had passed their gree cross code test and could now cross the road safely and that the sheep with red marks couldn't and had to always stay on the same side of the road. He believed me for ages!
my gran tod me that rabbits made a noise that went "map map"
When I was younger I believed that grey squirrels were merely old-aged red squirrels! Don't ask me why I believed this, I just kinda assumed it!
I used to believe that armadillos only lived in Amarillo.
When I was about five, we had a big tree in our backyard. I truly believed that squirrels lived inside the trunk of the tree and that the knots on the tree were doors. I would spend hours knocking on all of the "tree doors", trying to get a squirrel to answer.
My dad told me once that a whale lived inside the big box that you take your pop cans to to recycle and get money. He told me the whale ate the cans. I believed that for a lot longer than I should have.
I thought that cows were made of cheese. Literally; like when you cut into them it'd be like cutting out a wedge of cheese. Creepy, I know.
I thought that if you saw a stag or an elk head mounted on a wall, the rest of the animal was on the other side in the next room.
When I was young, my brothers told me that hammerhead sharks killed you by literally hammering you on the head. I has nightmares about driving through a wave and then being pounded to death by an angry hammerhead!
I used to think that butterflies made butter
Until I was about four and a bit my father had me convinced that Friesian cows were called "big cats".
I used to think that by hanging frogs from the garden pond off the washing line (I made them cling on with their 'hands') and catching them in buckets of water I was actually teaching them a valuable lesson in survival that would someday help them escape from the local cats.
I used to believe that since 'bitch' was a female dog, that 'bastard' was a male dog. Boy was I surprised when I realized it wasn't, at the table with my friend's parents.
I used to Believe that animals could only think and respond to english orders so people in other counrty speaking other languages had to learn engish before they could teach there animal tricks or take orders
I used to believe that if you encountered a skunk and it sprayed you, you would have to go home and get rid of all your clothes. I'd heard my folks talking about someone they knew who encountered one on a fishing trip "...and she had to burn all her clothes." I was terrified I'd run into a skunk because I had a dress at home I really liked and I wouldn't want to have to go home and burn it.
I used to believe,, when I saw the Deer Xing sign , that there was an animal called a Xing,, that nobody had ever told me about,, you know you have too,..
I was raised in the city so growing up was not exposed to many animals. When I was 6 on a cross-country trip to visit relatives with my family. My father pointed out some cows and said "Look how fat those horses are!" I believed him and continued to think cows were just fat horses for a very long time.
I used to believe that dogs were male and cats were female, rabbits were male and squirrels were female, snakes were maaale and spiders were female, etc. I had all the animals paired up is similar fashion -- horses & cows, frogs & toads, etc.
Whenever we'd go on holiday we'd go via the motorway and there would be these horse boxes with CAUTION HORSES in big bold lettering.
I always wanted to visit this place called Caution and see all these wonderful horse!
Took my mother some time to convince me that there wasn't a place called Caution!
I used to believe that DoorMice lived in your doors and that they would burrow through it into the house, leaving a small hole in the door.
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