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When I first learned about fossils in early grade school I thought I could go into the far back yard and carefully place a leaf on a rock and in a few days it would become a fossil.
I used to believe that bugs had their homes inside of rocks behind the shiny "windows" of biotite mica. Our garden had numerous granite rocks and the mica appeared as utterly flat and shiny black pieces about as big as a fingernail.
I used to believe rocks could grow, albeit very slowly over many years, because I misoverheard something my grandmother said to my mother when I was about 3.
i used to believe that electrical pylons were robots, and the cables were lasers, and there was one HUGE war that froze them all in place. I also used to think that trees were monsters...
I was terrified of electricity pylons and thought they were huge men striding across the landscape (bit potty I was!)
i used to believe if everybody kept digging out stuff coal, tunnells, etc'from underground that the earth would collapse.
Lily
Near my grandparents house was a field which contained a large round stone surrounded by a ring of trees. My Grandad once told me that every new years eve at midnight, the stone would sprout legs and run around the field three times. I still plan a trip to that field in new years eve to verify that.
When the BBC used to show a graphic of the rotating globe (who else remembers the old 70s blue & orange logo?), I remember looking at the coastlines of the Americas and Africa, and thinking "They look like they could join up... I wonder if anyone's noticed?"
A girl in my class brought in a little tiki statue that she said was made from lava. I thought if it broke open there would be fiery hot lava inside. I also believed certain seed pods had bees inside them.
When I went on an aeroplane for the first time at 5 years old I believed that the clouds below us was the sea. I had never seen the sea before. I thought it was beautiful.
As a child I used to believe that the hills had giants buried under them, thats why they were big I used to spend many hours when we were in the car going on holidays, working out from the shape of the hill which was the giant's legs, stomach, head etc.
I used to believe (and still do?) that the earth hadn't been molten and retaining a centre of moltem metal, but had merely caught fire on the outside and a thin layer of molten earth remained. This was borne out by Jules Verne, in his 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth' book, So maybe I'm right?
I used to believe that the forest about 2 blocks from my house was North, because it looked like there was more snow there. It was south. I still get confused.
I used to believe the sky was a big inverted bowl, and the horizon was where the "bowl" touched the land. We were not allowed to stray any farther than the curve in the road in each direction because my parents said "there was nothing to see out there anyway". I promised myself that when I was big enough, I would walk past the curve in the road, find the edge of the bowl, and lift it up to see if there was anything on the other side.
And then one day I had PROOF that the world was as limited as my parents said! My visiting aunt and uncle promised to take me for a drive in their new car. Their promise was forgotten until the very last minute, but I was determined to have my ride, so they drove me to the curve in the road, turned around, and came back. When I asked why, they said because the road didn't go any further than that. I was too short to see over the dashboard, so I fell for it. Heh.
When little, I used to think the "groynes" (sea defences) at the sea-side were all broken down ships, that had landed on the beach at regular intervals..
I believed, until i was quite old, that the sky was blue because it reflected the sea, because that was what my teachers had told me.
I used to believe that if I was drawing a map at school of a real place, if I got it wrong it would change the real coast line so I had to be really careful.
When I was in sixth grade we had moved to Tempe, Arizona. My dad told me that a bunch of men with picks, shovels and wheel barrow dug the Salt River. Well, we had a guest speaker from the Salt River Project. When she asked the class about how the river was formed, I shot up my hand and answered the same way I was told. She looked at me blankly and decided I must have been joking. I went home and yelled at my dad........
When I was little I asked my mom how hills were made, she replied with this 'when horses die and are buried their tummys bloat, making a hill...well i never walked up a hill again, { even now }
I used to believe the sky was green and everybody was colorblind since they said it was blue
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