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I used to believe that the moon was actually America. My mum told me it was a long way away and you had to get a plane there, which went stright up!
I used to believe that the moon was a street light that had come off its stalk and was floating around like a balloon in the sky. This explained why the moon shifted around so much in the sky.
My brothers told me that the moon would become a crescent because the army was shooting at it. (we were army-brats)
For the longest time, I thought that when I saw the moon in the daytime, that what I was really seeing was the other side of the world. I assumed that was where the Chinese and Africans lived. Never occurred to me how to get there, though...
I used to believe that my parents once took me to the moon on vacation. We piloted our own spacecraft, and I was very proud over this accomplishment. A great dissapointment when the teachers and kids in kindergarden didn't believe me....
I used to believe that the world, Earth, was enclosed in glass, like one of those snow globes.
i used to believe that each country was its own "world" or "planet". but, i never thought about how one really got around between countries; i think i had a vague notion that aeroplanes were like spaceships.
when I was young, I thought that the shadows on the moon were the faces of people that had died, and that that was where you went when you died.
I used to believe that we lived inside the world, not on it. I thought there was the outer layer of the earth behind the sky, and once asked my dad how could space shuttles pierce through the thick layer of soil surrounding (!) the sky!
I believed that if you shone a flashlight at the sun for eight minutes, that the sun would blow up and all life on earth would be extinguished.
I had a friend when I ( and she ) were 14, argued vociferously over the fact that she believed the Earth had four suns. Her argument hinged on the fact that 'How else could the sun in Spain be so much hotter than England?' No amount of reasoning would convince her otherwise. I wonder if she has changed her mind yet?
I used to believe that if I threw hard enough, I could get a penny to land on the moon, after watching something about some fake story on a wedding ring being found on the moon. So I'd throw money up to the sky. The coins i couldn't find anymore I assumed made it.
I used to believe that space ended in a blue velvet curtain and if you looked through this curtain you would see God with a long white beard sitting on a golden throne.
I used to believe that crescent moons were the bits of fingernail I bit off my thumb that had inexplicably floated into the sky, and glowed there to remind me not to bite my nails.
when i was young, i refused to believe what my teacher said that you can't count the stars in the universe. i was so resolved that i can do it before i'm 20, so everynight for almost 3 weeks, i saw to it that i counted at least 20 stars... making a mental note where i "stopped" counting the previous night! I finally stopped when for 3 straight nights it rained heavily and since i saw no stars during that time - i thought the sky wiped away all the stars that i've already counted and no way, i'll start from 1 again!
I used to believe that the earths rotation meant that we were rolling closer to the sun and someday we will be squished by the sun because we got too close.
I used to believe that we lived inside the earth instead of on it and that rockets headed for space had to break through the "top" of the earth first.
I used to believe that the reason there were nights I couldn't see the stars was because god hadn't paid his electricity bill.
I used to beleive that Pirates lived on the moon because i never saw them anywhere else.
When I was really little I used to belief that fireworks dropped out of the sky from outer space.
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