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When I was little, I believed that airplanes that had a trail of clouds behind them were actually space ships on their way up into space.
When I was a kid I never realized there were airports, so I thought planes had long ladders that you climbed up.
When I was 5-6 years old, I used to think that airplanes were some kind of ''big shiny bird'' that flew way up higher than any other little bird that I saw and when I was told that people flew in them...I tried to picture people inside these things..thinking that okay?.. how'd they get in there? Did the plane eat them? I watched the plane until it flew out of my sight and ''secretly'' wished that the people could somehow escape and be able to go be with their families.Or else I'd have to tell my mommy and that airplane would get told to go to it's room!!! (LOL)
I thought that the white vapour trail that planes leave behind them was actually from special 'weather planes' sent up to make the smoky trail so that weather forecasters could observe the trail and forecast the weather for tomorrow. (My husband only recently cleared this up for me!)
When I was about seven I believed that airplanes dropped passengers off on the roof of their individual destinations. My mom talked for months about taking a plane to visit my grandpa, and I thought that the plane would just land on top of his house and let us off there. I was totally confused when we arrived at the airport in Buffalo!
Me and my sister used to think that Disneyland was in the clouds because we had to take a plane to get there...
I used to believe the U.S.A. was literally over Mexico above our heads since everytime we flew up to visit Grandma the plane would fly into the sky and then we'd arrive in the USA. I guess looking at maps didn't help much either since that's the way it looks on there too.
When I was younger I used think when a jet in the sky had the white fuely smoke behind it it was because it dragged a cloud with it when it went through one.
I used to believe that all planes were really just wind up toys that were thrown from place to place, and that all the passengers went through a tunnel to get shrunk to fit inside and were always just wound up and thrown like a toy to their destination.
When I was little, my dad used to travel a lot for work. More often than not, his flights home would return after I was in bed, and when he got home he would come upstairs to give me and my sister kisses and let us know he was home. For the longest time, I though the airplane dropped him off in front of our house. I used to try and stay awake to see the plane land on our street, but I always fell asleep.
I used to think that at some point during every plane flight, the plane would crash, but people only died if they didn't successfully land in clouds. Cirrus clouds were adequate, but the best cloud to land in would be a cumulus. Halfway through my first plane flight, I got really nervous because there were no clouds, and my mom asked me what was wrong. She laughed and explained. I was six.
i used to believe if i was in a plane, i'd be able to reach out, grab part of a cloud and eat it
I used to think that the wings of aeroplanes were retractable and folded in when the plane wasn't flying. I therefore once said to somebody 'It's wings are out' and they must have wondered what I meant.
I used to think that 'lost luggage' meant it had fallen out of the luggage compartment while flying and landed in the ocean.
My Brother in law travels often for work, my nephew knew he left on an airplane and that he returned on an airplane. What he missed is that he ever got off and airplane. He thought when his dad went on a trip in an airplane he just flew around for the week and landed when he got home.
When I was younger, I used think that whenever I traveled out of the country in an airplane, the place I was going to was in the sky.
When I was about 3 or 4, I used to belive that the steam coming from the back of an airplaine was the airplaine farting
When I first traveled in an airplane at about five years, it seemed to take forever to take off once we had taxied to the runway. I was sure the long wait was because the pilot had to wind up the rubber bands that would run the propellers much like the toy wooden planes we would put together. . Thinking that made me more patient. After all, I didn't want the rubber band to be played out before we were back on the ground.
For most of my early years I believed I was dropped from a plane by gypsies because my parents told me so. One day, I must have been about 7 I happened to look up at a passing plane when it hit me. What were gypsies doing in planes? This was my justification for questioning my parents about this. Apparently they had forgotten they had told me this and burst out laughing that I still believed something they had told me so long ago.
I used to believe that when we would fly somewhere there was a separate plane for our luggage. A smaller plane that would fly behind the people plane. Then, it explained why the luggage would take soooo long and why it would get lost sometimes.
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