i used to beleive that there was no particular order to the days of the week...that somehow people just 'knew' what day was what...that somehow i was missing some kind of special ability that everyone else had...

frank

It was less of a belief than a conviction. I felt strongly that Thursday *should* follow Tuesday with no intervening Wednesday (Tue - Two, Thur - Third) and that the entire world was making a foolish, illogical error. I remember telling my mom that when I grew up and had a daughter, I would teacher her that Thursday followed Tuesday because that was the right way. My mother pointed out that if my future daughter had any Wednesday appointments she would show up on a different day, but I did not care because she would be *right.*

sdrawkcab

When I was small, my cousin told me that fat people exploded if they stayed up past midnight, I believed that for a long time, until my aunt & uncle hosted a new year's eve party, I was petrified about a quarter of twelve, I was sure we'd all be witness to my aunt's explosion....needless to say, my father boxed my ears when I tried to warn her to go to bed and why...

kk

When I was young, I believed that hours were square. Come to think of it, no one's ever proved to me that they're not.

Don

When I was a child, I was of the belief that if you pointed a video camera at a tv (creating an infinate loop in the picture) and stood between them, you would be able to travel in time.

dan w

As a very small child, I asked my mother what tomorrow was--meaning the concept. She told me tomorrow was Friday. Several weeks and three days later, proud of my new knowledge, I announced to her that "tomorrow is Friday." "No," she said. "Tomorrow is Monday." This thoroughly threw me.

C.C.

I used to believe that every day of the week had its own colour.

Monday was yellow,
Tuesday was lilac,
Wednesday was dark green,
Thursday pink,
Friday orange,
Saturday red,
and finally Sunday was blue.

I never knew why, until I got older and realised those were colours used in our TV guide for every day of the week.
Still, to this day whenever I have to make an appointment, I think in "colours".

M

I used to believe that each country had a different decade or time. Sort of like Disneyland. For example, when I went to London with my mother I thought that it was the early 1900s. Mostly because we visited in my Grandma's house which was made in 1912. I also thought that in Africa it was the Stone Age, because I had seen pictures of people in loincloths. I thought that it was the 1800s in France, and so on. I thought that California (where I lived) was the "modern" age were everything was current.

I was really shocked to learn that people in Africa had cars....and that they were not cave men.

Sallie

At one point growing up, I became convinvced that the world would end on February 29, 1997. I have no idea how I came by this belief, but there it was: it didn't matter what I did, what I achieved, or how I lived my life, because come February 29, 1997, the whole world would blow up and utterly extinguish all life on earth.

I believed this until one day, when I realized that 1997 wasn't going to be a leap year...

romulus

Once I awoke in the night and the clock said 1:00, and I got scared because one hundred was the biggest number in existence. I couldn't go to sleep until I saw it change to 1:01.

Leora