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When I was younger, I thought that Labour Day was when all sorts of women gave birth.
I used to think that the 29th of Febuary was the first, and only, day of Farch.
I used to think that there was only 1980 and 1981. I thought that we just alternated between the two, I got really confused when we got to 1983 because no-one had ever explained to me how years worked...
I thought the year of my birth (in my case, 1968) was some sort of code you were given when you were born. Whenever I was asked what my birthday was, I would give them the day and month. If they then asked what year, that was my clue to give them my code... 1968.
When I was in kindergarden, I thought that the days of the week were invented by my kindergarden teacher.
It was only in 1st grade at school when I realised that the rest of the world knew about her great invention.
After reading the back of my new watch I'd received for my seventh birthday I remember saying to my Dad, 'Dad, I know what water resistant means, but what is shock resistant?' He replied 'It's so your watch won't break if you stare at it for too long'.
It wasn't until I wondered (many years later) how my watch knew whether or not I was looking at it did I understand, I had cruel parents!!
Growing up in Australia I knew we were 10 hours ahead of England, and almost a day ahead of America! Of course, that meant that we were in the future, which made us better than Americans. I remember specifically thinking that rollerblades, even though they were invented in America, would get to Australia a whole day before the Americans got them, which made us more advanced. That's early patriotism for you!
I never understood "a stitch in time saves 9" (till fairly recently). I assumed it had something to do with sewing up the fabric of time in a kind of star-trek way.
When I was around six or seven years old my mom would always make me attend Sunday School. I hated sitting there for what seemed hours, bored out of my mind. Every sunday, however, I asked my mom how long Sunday School was going to last, she would reply "A short hour" leaving me to believe that there were two versions of an hour, a long and a short one.
I also went to daycare and one day asked a teacher when lunch was, she told me it would be ready in an hour. I then asked, "A long or a short hour?" all the teachers looked at me weird and started laughing at me. My mom and I still have a good laugh at this story.
For a long time, I thought that you were born either as an adult or child, and you were that way for your entire life. I was so jealous that my parents got to be grown ups while I was stuck as a child.
I used to believe that if you wanted to go back to yesterday you would just have to go back to sleep after you woke up and then you'd wake up in yesterday. However, I never got to try this as I was always forced to get up and go to school!
My son always believed that tomorrow and yesterday were days of the week, so he used to say, Monday, Tuesday, yesterday, Wednesday, Thursday, tomorrow
When I was little, about 3 years old, my grandma used to call perfume toilet water. One day before we went out to eat somewhere, Grandma said she was going to put on some toilet water. A few mintues after that, I was gone and my mom couldn't find me. When she finally did find me, I was in the bathroom standing in front of the toilet, sopping wet. When my mom asked me what I was doing, I replied very seriously, "I'm putting on toilet water so I can smell pretty mommy!"
i used to believe i would 'catch up' to my big brother one day and we'd be twins.
When I was about 10 years old, I thought that if I raced home from school (which let out at 3:15pm) fast enough, I could get home in time to catch my favorite cartoon starting at 3:00pm. In my mind, the faster I raced home, the more likely I was to get there at 3:00pm.
When I was 8 I was convinced that I could build a working time machine using a calculator, a carboard box, and a bunch of Dad's junk from the garage. I gave up after 3 days.
We owned this huge digital clock microwave ever since I was little. Everytime 25 or 52 would appear on the clock I would pretend to drink something because the 25(digitally) looked like a bottle and the 52 looked like a goblet. Thankfully the microwave broke when I was 11, so I stopped weirding people out with my pantomine drinking.
I thought the big hand was for the hour and the smaller one was for the minutes until i was in third grade.
If you went to the International Date Line and jumped back and forth across it 2 or 3 times it would affect your age.
Regarding Daylight Saving Time, I thought big satellite dishes absorbed and stored sunlight all day and then were "turned on" at dusk for an hour.
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