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I used to believe that on day light savings time we would gain one hour of sleep every night up until the spring when we would lose one hour every night.
I used to believe that the days marked on the calendar with a slash dividing two days were half days so that about mid day it would switch to a week ahead then back again for the next day.
When I was kid I thought the year numbers would roll over eventually i.e after a certain year it would start over from 0 or 1. I found out the truth when it was shortly after new years day (I think it was 1991) and I asked the teacher if it would ever be 1990 again and she said no. For some reason this really bothered me at the time..
When I was little I used to believe that at plays, if the main character started out as a child in the first act, they were given a pill or medicine that made them grow into an adult for the second act. It never occurred to me that it was two different people.
I used to believe that if a item wasn't "on sale" then you weren't aloud to buy it.
After my mom told my sister and I it was time for bed, we begged to stay up a little longer. She told us we could stay up for five more minutes, and I was shocked when it was over so fast. I said "that was so short, it's like five minutes is less than one minute!" My mom sort of nodded and dismissed it, so for the next few years I believed some sort of time anomaly cause five minutes to actually be shorter than one minute.
I used to believe that if i walk around a corner or went through a door i was actually going into another dimension, so i had to go back around that corner or back through that door or else i would be stuck in that dimension that was strikingly similar to ours.
My father used to always tell me that he could tell time by looking at trees. Not from looking at their shadows or the position of the sun, just from looking at the trees. Often he'd make a guess that was near enough for me to believe him. I distinctly remember the day he told me that it was all a joke I felt like a part of my world had come crashing down ontop of me...I was sure that my dad had some secret magical power.
When I was in third grade, I believed that there were 12 seconds in a minute.
My mom told me that when she was younger the whole world was black and white. I believed her until I was like ten. And going through her and my father's old pictures, I thought that the adding of color to the world was a gradual thing, because the pictures started with a little color then gradually became like today.
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