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When my mom was little she saw an oil rig next to a K-mart. She asked what it was and my grandma thought she was talking about the store, so she told my mom that it was a K-mart. It wasn't until years later that she figured out it was an oil rig.
I would always ask my parents where the edge of the world was, and they would tell me it was round. I would reply "I know, but where's the edge???". They couldn't understand. I believed that the sky above made up the top half of the sphere, the ground was the bottom half, and we lived at the ground level in the middle of the sphere.
I used to believe that the world was God's snow globe, and that that we all lived in this snow globe...when I would look up at the sky I saw that it was round, so I knew it had to be a snow globe..So I never wanted to do anything bad because I knew that he was watching
Until I was about 15 I honestly believed that the atmosphere was a tactile layer that held us inside the earth. I believed that if we walked on the outside of the earth that we would just float away. It took my step father telling me the truth to make me understand that I was very mistaken :-)
When I was about 6 we had a small pine tree in our front yard that my sister and I would always climb. I believed that if I climbed high enough that I would be able to touch the sky. I was disappointed when I did finally get high enough that I was not able to do that!
i used to think bales of hay were housing indians
Until I was about 9 I believed that all the globes and maps of the world used by people who lived south of the equator were upside-down to ours in the northern hemisphere with the south pole at the top.
i used to live in southern california. whe my family would go out to drive around, i noticed that the hills and foothills looked like big mammoths' heads. i supposed that the mammoths were sleeping and that one day they would wake up.
that if i swang high enough on the swing set at my grandmothers house...i could catch a cloud for her.
I used to believe that long ago the dinosaurs got tired from migrating, laid down and died. That is how the Rocky Mountains were formed.
As a kid, I used to think that we lived inside the Earth, rather than on the surface (before I knew about the atmosphere, gravity, etc). I've recently learned that there's a theory devoted to this preposterous notion called 'The Inner Earth Theory'.
I used to believe that, we live inside earth and it always made me wonder, how could we see the whole sky then?!
When I was young, I would ask my mother where my father was hunting. She would tell me Oh, on top of the hill. I would spen hours staring at the skyline just waiting for dad to come walking up over the tree tops. You see, to me the hills looked like a carpet, and I really believed I would see him walking up over the hill.
I used to believe that whenever you made a dent in the ground, it pushed the earth up on the other side of the planet.
i used to believe if everybody kept digging out stuff coal, tunnells, etc'from underground that the earth would collapse.
Lily
My father convinced my little brother it was "Mount Reindeer" not Mount Rainier.
aged about 6 or 7 and some of my freinds believed that there was another
world just below us and that maybe they could hear us moving about,one day a boy told us he had once dug a deep hole and hit the top of a house and seen the slates of the roof but got scared and coverd it over,after this i never dug very deep in our back yard.
when i was young i used to believe that the sun goes down behind the mountains into the earth
I used to believe that the world was flat because the roads are also flat.
After I misplaced my rock collection from the beach, I was playing in the backyard and started digging a hole. In the hole I found rocks! I was certain that my dad had buried my rock collection to hide it from me.
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