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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 }
When I was small my Dad used to tell me that electricity pylons were in reality large animals that were resting in daylight but at night started to walk around. I was never quite sure whether to disbelieve him or not.
I used to think that the barrels of hay you see in fields were actually barrels of beer. I would scream out from the backseat of the car, "Look at all them beer barrels!"
When I was little and learning my colors, I used to think that the grass is green because the sky is blue and the sun is yellow!!!! Made sense then
When I was young I used to repeatedly ask my Mum what was over a hill we passed on the way to the shops (since it was in a city, it was not immediately obvious). Her reply, since she was anxious to get on, was always "nothing". For at least six months I thought this was literally true, and that the hill really did mark the end of the world. I don't think I really pictured this in an 'yawning abyss' way, but was just terrified that I would also become nothing if I crossed the hill. I only really stopped believing this when we travelled over the hill to go to a friend's birthdfay party, a journey which caused me no little fear.
I believed that the rolling hills around our town were merely blankets covering sleeping dinosaurs that only came out at night to eat the trees.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that giants were buried under hillsides. Whenever we would go on family outings in the car, I would always marvel at and try to count how many "Giants" grave we passed.
I used to believe that the rolling hills in Northern California were actually dead dinosaurs, covered in grass.
I used to believe that we lived INSIDE the earth, and that if you traveled far enough, you'd eventually get to the shell. I always wanted to get to the edge and lean up against a big wall of sky!
I was about 4 when my mother told me the world was round. I then had this picture of a circle of terraced housed floating in space, with the sweet shop in the middle.
I thought the Earth was something you had to "get back into" or inside of. Example - when astronauts were re-entering from outerspace, my question was "how do they get back inside?" I thought we all lived inside the earth and the green and blue was just the color of the outside ball. I was so embarassed in Science class when the LIGHTBULB went off. Now I'm going to read "most comomn beliefs" to see if anyone else believed that. ha.
At some point, my Dad must have told me that North was towards our house (because we must've been south of it at the time). But from that point on, I thought that north was toward my home, no matter where I was. At some point, I realized that from my backyard, the house was really East, but I had been living with the unshakeable conviction that this was North for as long as I could remember.
This is actually my brother's belief: I was born in 1984, and when i was about 5 years old, I used to to think the Ice Age happened during the 1970's.
I was told that hills were just the graves of giants who used to roam the earth. Apparently they just fell down and died one day. Hence the hills.
On being told that earth was round, and gravity holds everything down to the earth, I somehow thought that we were inside the "hollow" ball, and if we flew upwords we would reach Australia.
I used to believe that human lived inside the planet earth and not on its surface.
My friend told me that he asked his brother where hills came from, and he told them that hills were buried dead whales! Everytime I see a hill now I think of a whale.
When I was little (about 7yrs) I always think that the movement of the clouds was because the earth goes around very fast
We live near a man-made lake. One of the areas that used to be forest is a great fishing spot that our Dad used to take us to. The forest was flooded and there are tree trunks still protruding from the water. Our dad used to tell us that those were dead people's bones. That "they dumped dead people in the lake." I didn't want to eat the fish we caught from there even after he told me it was a joke. That man is twisted.
I grew up just North of New York City where we obviously had no farms or livestock. We had relatives in Kansas, and every summer we would visit. Driving along the plains and prairie there is not too much to see, except the occasional windmill rising up from the endless rolling fields.
Not knowing why a farmer would place giant "fans" in the middle of his property, I assumed that this was to blow the smell of the cows away whenever the farmer was working in the field.
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