ten random beliefs
I used to believe that drug stores sold illegal drugs and I couldn't work out how they got away with it.
When my husband was in grade school he and his friend went to a St. Louis Cardinals baseball game. His friend suggested they split up and try to get as many autographs as they could. My husband ran up to the first man (in the stands) that he saw and asked for his autograph, the man kindly signed his glove and told him he may want to get a baseball players autograph next time.
My dad told me to work out how to achieve perpetual motion and so I used to try and for ages he just said I must be doing it wrong until one day I realised.
When I asked my dad why my grandpa divorced my grandma and married another woman, he told me that my grandpa realized that he had married the wrong person.
I understood that too literally.
For a very long time, I thought my grandpa mistook my grandma for another woman whom he had met before her.
I used to think that the faces on Mt. Rushmore was a natural phenomenon. Of course, I grew up in Canada so it wasn't like they bore resemblance to the guys on my money.
Up until I was about 9 years old, I thought that trees grew up from blades of grass that were never mowed for years and years. I thought that forests were made if no one mowed the grass in a certain area for a long time, and that was why there were no forests in cities, just an occasional tree here and there that someone either missed or left for show.
When I was five I believed that I could restore the elasticity in my sagging crew socks by turning them inside out and then stretching them. I assumed the outward stretching force would be directed inward once I turned them right side out again, thus pulling the socks toward my legs.
Mother told me that if I slept with my socks on I would wake up with cow hooves. I still won't sleep with socks on.
I thought that the reason there was glass over the instrument panel (battery gauge, fuel, etc.) to prevent people from manually grabbing the speedometer needle and jamming it well over 100 mph - because accelerating that quickly was almost certainly illegal.
In 2nd grade my dad told me he skipped a rock across Lake Michigan, and I believed him and defended him when I told my class. It was a few years later that I found out how big Lake Michigan actually was.