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 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

I knew that B.C. meant "Before Christ" so that was time before His birth. But I thought that A.D. was "After Death" which meant anything after Christ was crucified. For many years I did not know what to do with those 33 or so years in between!

the_only_nighthawk

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

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

I used to think "Soon" meant "later" and the sooner something was gonna happen, the further into the future it was.
One day I asked my dad when He had to leave and he said "Soon." I responded with a hearty "YAAAAAY!"

Keeps Thinking of Beliefs to Add

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

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 have a hard time when i was trying to learn how to read a real clock. my theory was that if an hour is longer than a minute, then the long hand was the hour and the short one for minutes. i was always late comming home... of really early.

ArcAinA

In Australia you can ring a number and it tells you the exact time ... Ala "At the third stroke the time will be 3.31 and 10 seconds.. *boop* *boop* *boop*"
I used to think that was father time... Obviously I was brainwashed by my brother

Bec, Vic

My father's family lived in Europe, and I lived in Canada. I couldn't really grasp why time was ahead of ours over there, so I invented a theory that Europe was in the future, and to go there, you had to "time travel".I thought planes were time machines. When my teacher would ask me in the fall where I had gone or what I'd done that summer, I would reply " I traveled in the future to visit my dad's family!"...She must have thought I was crazy!

Marie

When I was 3 or 4 some kid in my daycare told me that if I saw the hands on a clock move, the clock would explode. I would stare at clocks for the longest time and never see the hands move (very dissapointing I wanted to see something blow up). It must of been 5 or 6 years later when my mom told me that theres no way a clock would explode like that. I still watch clocks intently (still hoping for an explosion lol!)

Heather

I used to believe that Christmas happened every once in a while because people decided to put up lights.
I never connected it with years or anything.

Erica

When I was 6-9, my parents and I were in horseback riding lessons. We went every Sunday afternoon, even in the middle of winter (I live in Canada, you realize). We all had to go one at a time, so our lessons took up the entire afternoon.

The first year, it was, indeed, the middle of winter and wasn't dressed warm enough. I had gone first, so I had to wait outside for my parents to finish. I was frozen down to the bone! To pass the time, I discovered a way to explain why it seemed like that two hours was so long:

A second is a minute, a minute is an hour, an hour is a day, etc. up to "a millenium is a billenium".

From then until I stopped riding, I thought that that was how time worked when it was cold outside.

Marshmello Da Strawberry Cow

I was always mystified at how adults told time when I was little. My mom would ask my dad what time it was, and dad would respond saying "quarter after" or "ten of", but he never said the hour. I never knew how my mom knew what he was talking about. To further my confusion, one day (after I learned how to read a clock) my mom asked me what time it was and I said "quarter past", and she asked me which hour! I though adults had some type of ESP or something that kids didn't, because she didn't know which hour I was talking about.

Jess

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

When I was five and a half, my mom bought a new calendar for the upcoming year- 1980. I could read, so I sat down to flip through the pretty pictures on the calendar, but I quickly realized that this calendar held no month of June. Some printing error had taken place, and the calendar went straight from May to July- no June. SInce my birthday is in June, I was devastated and started crying. My mom finally got me to tell her why-- I thought that since there "was no June" that year, I wouldn't have a birthday and would have to stay 5 instead of turning 6! My mom kept the calendar, she still has it!

Jennifer

When I was 5 and learned what the calendar was, I thought the end of the calendar was the end of all life. So one day in December when I flipped the calendar and that was the last page, I had the biggest temper tantrum ever. I wasn't ready to die at 5 and didn't understand why the Norman Rockwell painting on the last picture of the last page of the last calendar of life on earth was so happy looking.

Kev