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When I was a little boy I used to believe, chicks went out when an egg was broken until a chick was really out. So now I stop eating eggs.
when i was a child i used to believe the babies came from stork, but i realized when i was an adult that its the other way
I used to think that most parrots are as articulate as the average four-year-old. The things they would say made me jump to that conclusion. I was right, depending on which parrot you're talking about- Alex the African Gray is said to have the language skills of a four-year-old or a precocious three-year-old.
I used to think that if I stole eggs from the cupboard and kept them warm by wrapping them in towels a chick would be able to grow inside and eventually I would get my very own pet chick.
However I never actually tried it out of fear that the eggs would break.
I used to believe that if you killed a lizard or bug on accident, that it's family would come back and start making bugs and lizards everywhere turn against you. Then I learned that bugs lay their eggs and abandon their babies, as do lizards. I still never kill them though.
I used to believe that you could catch a bird by putting salt on it's tail
When I was a kid, I read in a magazine about how you could, if you were patient and gentle, get wild birds to trust you enough to eat out of your hands. It seemed extremely simple, so I was determined to get the birds near my house to trust me. I knew exactly what I would do once I gained their trust, too: I would catch all the birds in big nets and open up my own pet store, where I would become rich by selling people pet birds. Somehow, the birds never trusted me, and my business projections never got off the ground...
when i was a child afraid of dying in a pool , i thought that a black hole would pull me
when i was a child afraid to turn off the light and a soul pulling me dourn the bed
when i was afraid of thunder because he theoght the sky would fall
I have seen others that said that said that they had been told that if you put salt on a birds tail you could catch it. Apparently this was a long tradition in my family and that both my father and his father (born in 1900) had done the same. I took my turn when I was about 4/5 and my brother, who is 8 years younger did the same when he was that age.
I stood with my parents and laughed hysterically and imagined what I must have looked like to have tried that. A few minutes later though my parents got the biggest shock of their lives. After about five minutes running and shaking salt my brother returned with a bird! As my parents had promised that he could keep the bird if he caught it they had to go buy a cage and food.
We had the bird for about a year and my mom got really tired of it and decided to let it go while my brother was at school. When he came home she told him that a man had come around asking if they had any birds for sale and offered her a dollar, which she promptly gave to him. As his allowance was 5 cents a week he was thrilled.
A few minutes later he came in from the backyard with a salt shaker in one hand and a different bird in the other! My mom had to tell him that they only needed one bird and that he could not keep this one. My brother is still fantastic with animals and could probably catch a 3rd if he tried.
Having no understanding of relative weight and lift, as a little kid I was convinced that if you could snag a bird in something like a bag and hold on to it, you'd be lifted along with it when it tried to fly upward. Fortunately, I never had occasion to test this.
I used to believe that when I see a flock of birds in the sky, they have a wedding ceremony.
I believe animals are our best friends. When we are sad or we feel lonely, they are there to support us.
When I was 6 (but I was innocent kid) I learned that chicks are born from eggs,that day my mum was sick so she was sleeping and my dad was at work I took my 4 years sister and started to break eggs due to sound my mum woke up and she was shocked she asked me why I broke the eggs I said what teacher told me and I told her neither of the eggs had chick and then my mum started laughing
I used to believe that a cuckoo actually looked like an owl. And even now when i know it doesn't, i still imagine an owl if i hear a cuckoo.
I use to think the pecan pie was a bird pie. That they smushed bird meat then put the bones on top. I thought that because the bird pecon.
I asked my mum why birds don't get electrocuted when they perch on power lines. She told me birds wear rubber boots. I was content with this explanation and imagined birds getting out of their nests every morning and putting on their boots.
I used to think House Finches were baby birds and they'd later grow into Robins or something
I was told that white eggs were all painted, while brown eggs were natural. It took a trip out of the country to realize that white eggs occur in nature too.
I remember asking my father once driving down a gravel road in the country what that noise was against the side of the car, he told me it was squirrels throwing nuts at the car, I looked hard at the nearby trees and thought squirrels were very territorial. I still do.
When my brother and I were really young (he was four and I reckon I was five) for some reason we thought that another word for a 'robin' was 'gay'!
Goodness knows where we heard it, but we used to stand in the garden of our playgroup and shout "gay!" at any robin we saw.