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When I was about 5 years old I was watching the birds outside my grandmother's kitchen window. Two birds was making out and their wings where flapping. I said to my grandmother: "Look, one of the birds are learning another one how to fly!"
I thought that all the birds have their ears under their wings. Evertime a bird wanted to hear it has to lift the lef/right wing.
When I was small I thought penguins could fly. It seemed very logical to me -- they had wings and they were birds! I had a whole dicussion with my grandpa about this.. I thought he was so dumb!
In order to put us to sleep in the afternoons my mom used to tell me not to go out, coz the eagle is gonna lay a big egg on my head....we used to wait till evenings to go out and play..but still i used to watch out for the eagles..hahaha
When I was small (6 or 7 I believe), my mother bought me an easter chick at the market. An easter chick is a live baby chicken that had been dyed in one of several pastel colors and sold in the days leading up to easter (I grew up in the country in Puerto Rico).
Anyhow, the chicken was my only pet when I was growing up. I grew extremely attached to the chicken and proudly ate the egg she laid every night for breakfast the next day. I had her for a long time in the backyard until one day she ran away!
It was not until I was 30 (a couple of years ago) that it occured to me that the chicken soup we had that same day may not have come from the supermarket!
When I was little I used to believe seagulls were called 'seagirls' and no matter how hard my mum tried to get me to say seagulls, I always replied 'Yes, SEAGIRLS! That's what I said!'.
It was only until years later when i saw it written down that I realised! D'oh!
I used to believe that if a wild bird got into the house it meant that a relative or a close friend had died and that a telegram would soon arrive telling of the death.
My Aunt used to tell me that if I didn't share, I would turn into a crow.
When I was small I thought that birds must be made from electricity! How else could they stand on the power cables?
It took me 5 years before figure out the physics behind it!
when I was little I was afraid of flies until mom told me they were baby birds!
You know how when you drive down the street, birds fly right in front of your windshield?
Well, when I was little I used to think the birds were all sitting in a tree, daring each other who fly closest to the cars going by without getting hit.
i used to think that birds were gods flying dingle berries
When I was about 5 my grandmother told me that when night came it was time to sleep, because all the night owls were out looking for eyes to pick. Now at 51 I'm still afraid of owls!
From the time I was a child, I believed penguins were man-sized. All the pictures I ever saw of them they were standing on ice, with nothing to reference their size. I am 57 and it wasn't until a few years ago that I learned differently.
Whenever I see a helium balloon in the sky, I smile because I remember losing one when I was about three and crying and my mother calming me down by telling me that the birds would play with it until it popped. I'm 31 and still like to comfort kids with that idea when they lose a balloon.
Remember 'Birdie' from McDonalds? We had a yellow budgie called Birdie, and I thiught it was the same one!
in my child hood,when i saw the crane bird,i will rub my nails,bcos it will put flowers on our nails.so whenever i saw i will sing a rhyme"put me flower crane,put me flower crane,take me to heaven" this was my chilhood belief.
I used to believe the scar on my Grandpa's nose came from a pigeon pecking at it, cuz that is what he told me when I was about 10. (He used to raise homing pigeons) Now, I'm 35 and recently asked him how a pigeon could do that without him stopping it......
He laughed and laughed.... Then told me that it was a mole that left a very bad cleft scar there!
I used to belief that when it rained that all the birds died. Where eles did they go for shelter.
I believed our budge could not only speak English but also read. I would write him notes with little instructions on. When he didn't follow the instructions, I assumed he was just being bloody-minded.