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A childhood belief about places

I grew up in Washington State, and used to love to sit with my parents' atlas and look at maps of the world. Every different country was colored a different color, and I thought this reflected the dramatic differences one would find in other countries.

When I was about seven, we drove ``across the line'' to British Columbia, in Canada. I was so disappointed to discover that the grass and trees and flowers were exactly the same colors they are on the US side of the border.

— naive Washingtonian

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