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I used to believe that some puddles had bottoms and if you jumped in others you'd fall forever and ever.
That the rivers stopped flowing at night!
When I was younger I used to go the beach a lot and everytime I picked up a shell near the ocean it would make a loud noise. I thought it was angry that I was trying to take one of its shells so I always put it back.
When i was little i some how started believing that when i went to the beach, i could make the waves become higher if i started to slap the waves and start telling them that "You are pathetic waves! You not even making me fall over! What was that? You make me sick! That bearly went over my knees!"
I thought the waves would get angry and get bigger.
When I was about 8 or 9 I asked my brother why there were always big storms at the Cape of Good Hope (I think we had been watching some adventure film about Pirates). He proceeded to give me a long and detailed explanation. Apparently the Atlantic Ocean was actually 32 feet higher than the Pacific Ocean. Where the two Oceans met, this large gap resulted in violent crashing of waves as the waters came together.
Completely plausible and beleived by me for many years.
I used to think that whenever we were out on our boat and we hit a really big bump, that we were hitting the parts of the rockets that fell off the space shuttle and fell into the ocean.
When I was a small child, I believed that if I stepped into a water puddle, i would fall into space. The puddle reflected the sky, which made it look to me like a neverending hole.
I didn't understand how floods were contained (by higher ground) so I assumed they ended suddenly, like huge cubes of water.
I used to believe that if you yelled at the waves and called them threatening names, mocking their size etc, you could make them bigger. I'm sure people at surf beaches used to wonder why there was this little kid out their with her boogie-board screaming "is that all you can do? My little sister is bigger than that, you wimpy wave" at the ocean...
When i was about 6 i went on a trip with my school to a water cleansing factory, we were then told how the water was cleansed and that we could be drinking water which dinosours had 'pee'd' in it and i was drinking their urine! I didn't drink water for a long time after that, i stuck to fizzy bottled pop...
When I was little I was playing with my friend in the garden. I got out the hose to spray him and he told me he was allergic to water. For years after that I used to get really worried about him when it rained!
I used to believe that the foam that sometimes washes up on the beach was shark saliva...
So many seafoam stories! My mom told me seafoam was the result of dead, decomposed mermaids. I was completely horrified and grossed out, and my brothers tortured me over it for years.
I used to believe that when running back with the receding surf at the beach, the earth was rotating in the opposite direcction of what I was running, so that I was staying on the same spot.
My Dad used to take me to the beach as a toddler.
We would stand on the edge of the rocks and wait for the waves to come and splash on our feet.
Dad informed me that it was the sea kissing our toes.
I took it literally and though that the sea was a huge living creature.
I was utterly afraid of it, and I still can't swim.
When I was little my brother told me about the 'undertoad' of the ocean. For about three years after he told me this I was positive that every time I went near the ocean I would be grabbed by the giant undertoad and washe out to sea. I wouldn't even put my toes in the wavelets!
I thought that if you ate less than 30 minutes before going into the water to swim, if you got into the water up to at least your stomach, you would instantly drown. And I had no idea WHY this was -- I never questioned it!
Until my 5th class, when we went to the beach I used to think that the ships near the horizon will fall down from earth into the ocean.
I believed that if I threw enough rocks in the frog pond behind our house, it would turn into a paved bottom pool. Hours and hours, tons of rocks later, it was still fit for ducks only.
When I was young my Dad would take us all to the beach often . So one day I asked my Dad why was the sea so salty? Well he said there was a salt making machine being shipped from Italy ( being from Italy himself) sunk in the middle of the ocean and to this day its still making salt...LOL
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