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I used to think when an airplane ran out of fuel, it stayed stuck in the sky.
I used to believe that planes needed to flap their wings to get off the ground, and they stopped flappipng only once they were airborne. When I was on my first flight, I thought something was seriously wrong as we went down the runway with wings completely motionless!
I used to believe that airplane pilots drove really fast down the runways just to show off and have fun before taking off.
The trails that aeroplanes leave across the sky are obviously created by pilots leaning out of the windows holding a piece of chalk, so they know where they've been. That's what I was told anyway.
I and my sisters believed that every airplane that we saw overhead, my grandma was on it, traveling, and so we would wave at her.
Because, when I was six, I travelled by aeroplane from Rochester to Jersey, changing planes at Southend, I used to believe that Southend was in the sky.
My neighbour's 20-years-older-than-she brother had her convinced completely that when sunlight glinted off aeroplanes, that meant all of the glass windows of the plane had just burst, and the glass would fall down directly into her eyes. I thought she was daft when she solenmly told me this (I was 6 and she was 8), and I was astonished the first evening I played with her outside, a plane flew over and was caught in the light of the setting sun, glittering off its windows, and she threw herself facedown to the ground in hysterics, believing the glass was heading in her direction to blind her.
I thought the dog poo in the street was human poo dropped from aeroplanes
When i was younger i thought if you flew in a plane that there was a petrol station in the sky so the plane could pull in and 'Fill up'
I used to believe that the toilets on airplanes emptied out in the sky and would fall into cities, so I would write notes on a napkin with my name on it and flush it thinking I would get a pen pal down below. Then I would be ask my mom if I got any mail when we got home. Don't ask....
when i was growing up in the sixies in Ireland my brothers and sisters used to tell me that airplains were German war planes and everytime a plane went by i ran to my house shouting THE GERMANS ARE COMING
I used to believe that when you flushed the toilet on an airplane, it immediately dropped out of the bottom of the plane and onto whatever unsuspecting person there might have been on the ground below us. This caused me great concern, as I figured at any moment I may to be sucked out of the plane and fall to my death as well.
I used to believe that the roars from airplanes was the earth yawning.
When my brother and I were little, we had walkie talkies. We also lived by an airport, so planes would frequently fly overhead. For the longest time we thought we were talking to pilots on our walkie talkies, but it only turned out to be our next door neighbor, who happened to have a walkie talkie that picked up our signal.
When travelling by plane, my older brother used to tell me that you didn't actually go anywhere, they just got a load of blokes to change the people, scenery etc on the ground!
When I had just turned 4, I was on my first plane flight. When I asked what the paper bags were for, my dad told me that when you're very high up in a plane, you ears pop.
He then explain that the bag was for catching your ears, so they don't float away.
I had images of all these ears popping off, and all the passengers trying to catch them!
My family travels alot, espically when I was litte. At that point in time I thought that communter (prop planes and small jets) grew up into adult planes! I still think it is a cute idea, but I know better.....I saw the boeing plant.
All through my childhood years my dad used to travel from the US to the UK for three week trips three times a year. We always went on the trips to and from the airport to drop him off and pick him up. My little sister for many years never realised he actually went somewhere. She thought he just climbed on the plane and stayed there for three weeks. So she played "Going to England" and would pack up all her stuffed animals in suitcases, go get on the "plane" (sofa), stay there a bit, and then "come home" again. It was quite a shock to her when she realised he did things other than just sit on the plane for the entire trip.
I pointed out a smoke trail to my older brother and asked him what it was. He told me it was an airplane. From then on, I refused to sit in the back of a plane, thinking that the plane would slowly evaporate into the air working from the back forward. I thought my best bet to arrive in one piece was to sit in the front. I still do!
When a family that my parents know was moving to a new city, they went on an airplane. The parents explained to their son what an airplane was, how it flew through the air. Then during the flight, the kid fell asleep, so his parents carried him off the plane and to their new home. A few weeks passed by, they settled into their house, he went to a new school and made friends, then eventually he asked his parents when they were going to get off the plane! He didn't know they had gotten off and thought all this was happening up in the air!
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