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When I was a kid, the room of our house that I most seldom went in was my sister's bedroom. It was in a wing of the house that came closest to the house next door. So I've finally decided that echoes between our house and the one next door might explain the different sounds I heard occasionally when I did go in her room, like when my sister was away and I was preparing the room for other guests or something like that. Anyhow, on some occasions when I WAS in that least familiar room of the house, I would hear airplanes flying over. Not surprising, except that they seemed to make an eerily different sound from airplanes ad I'd ever heard them from anywhere else, including other rooms of the house. For quite some time that sound had me convinced that those were some strange and different kind of airplanes, whose flight routes took them over that corner of our house, but never over any other part of our house, and so I never heard them from elsewhere in the house. In trying to picture what kind of airplanes those strange and different ones might be, I for some reason pictured airplanes that could fly, even though they had no wings.
I was told several things by my sadistic parents before a flight to Florida.
When I was 8 they told me that there were no toilets on the plane so I would have to hold it in for the 9 hours for the Trans-Atlantic flight.
They also told me that we would all have to pedal to get the plane off the ground.
And again when I was 11 they told me that after the pilot set the course he would sleep for the whole journey and hope everything went ok.
And to top it all off I believed them all three times.
I used to believe that all airplanes were on a mission to come and attack me, when I saw an airplane, I ran for cover.
i used to belive that the cloud trails left by jets were tunnels to get on a plane for the people who missed their flight.
I live in an area with a lot of military bases. As kids, my friend once told me that the low roaring sounds we always heard (which I now know to be jet noise) was the sound of earthquakes.
when I was little, I was scared of taking the plane because I thought clods were solid !!
When i was like 4 or 5 i used to believe that when you had to go on air plane that the airplane would fly to your house and pick you up.
When I was little we went on a vacation to Florida to visit grandma over srping break. We stayed there for about ten days. I asked my mom why we had to stay their for so long. Mom told me that when you went to Florida you had to stay their for at least nine days. After that, I thought that their was a rule in Florida that you had to stay for at least nine days if you were vacationing there, otherwise they wouldn';t let you go and if you tried to get on a plane, back you couldn't. In the summer, when we went on a 45 day vacation to Europe, my mom tried to use the same trick on me to get me not to ask questions.
I used to believe that the sky had stop lights and road signs floating about for the airplanes.
My mom gave me this book on Guardian Angels when I was young, and it mentioned how all the angels lived up in Heaven with God, on clouds. So on my first plane ride, I was six, I begged for the window seat. I was sitting next to my Mom when we were in the air and I looked out the window and only saw clouds. I asked my Mom, "Where are the angels?" She said, "They're invisible." A very new concept to me, I figured that pilots and passengers saw them all the time while flying.
For a LONG time I believed my grandparents lived on plane in the sky. Everytime a plane would fly overhead (I live in NY- between LaGuardia airport & JFK), I would tell all my friends to wave to my grandparents in the air. The reason why I believe this for so long was my grandparents came to visit from Italy and when it was time to leave we accompanied them to the aitport. At the time you were able to walk them up to the gate, where you could literally see the plane they were boarding through a window. My parents would wait until the plane left, befire we would leave. As the plane would leave, my parents would say wave to grandma and grandpa. Hence the reason why for SO long I believed they loved on a plane! I did not quit understand where exactly they lived, since I had never visited!
I use to believe that sky scrapers were those jets that left the "scrape marks " across the sky. Living near Manhatten, my folks would say to me and my brothers "look at the sky scrapers" and I'd look to the skys and get so fustrated when I couldn't find any...especially when my brothers would anounce that they were "RIGHT THERE, WHAT ARE YOU BLIND?"
I always thought that when you go on an airplane to a different contry that there were hundreds of trap doors in the sky leading you to the contry that you wanted to go to.
I had an Aunt and Uncle that were missionaries. We used to go to the airport a lot when I was younger to either see them fly into the States or back to Africa. I just though Africa was in the clouds and airplanes took them there.
I use to believe when I saw an airplane in the sky my grandparents were on it and would see on the ground and wave hi. I would wave back and do that with all airplanes.
One of the first times I flew on an aeroplane (when I was a toddler)... After seeing the safety video, introducing the safety procedures during a crash or whatever, I believed that you had to sit in the brace position for the entire flight! About an hour in my mum and dad told me that it was only if the aeroplane crashed... duh.
i used to believe that aeroplanes would fly and land on the street of the persons house that you wanted to visit, i though how sad it was that the planes were knocking down all the houses on the street. The thought of an airport was just too extraordinary, plus it didnt envolve houses being demolished.
I used to believe that when people flushed the toilet on aeroplanes, it just dropped out of the plane, so that was why houses were cheaper under flight paths. I have no excuse bar my age for my innocent stupidity. :(
when i went on holiday when i was little, my ears used to pop and i thought that there was popcorn in my ears so i tried to put my hand in my ear to get some popcorn so i could eat it
When I Was About 7, My Friend Told Me That While She Was On An Airplane, She Waited Until They Were High Up Into The Clouds And That's When She Opened Up One Of Side Windows And Pulled In A Piece Of Cloud. I Sort Of Believed Her Because She Described It The Exact Way I Imagined It Would Feel; Like Wet Cotton.
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