I was absolutely _crushed_ when I learned that there were numbers greater than ten. I had believed for... well, for months, I suppose (:-) that 10 was the biggest. When my mom broke the news, I cried for the rest of the day.
A childhood belief about counting
others believed things like this
- When I was 6 or 7 years old, I absolutely believed that if a thermometer broke--the world would end. — Suzi
- I used to believe that numbers had gender, that the odd numbers were boys and even numbers were girls. — Evelyn
- My sister told me that if you had sweetcorn in your poo, you had six months to live! I cried for weeks — Billy
- I used to believe that when people broke bones, doctors would give them a new part of the body they broke. — Kelly
- I believed that numbers eventually just ended. That they stopped somewhere after 1000.— Jamis
- I used to believe that if you broke your arm, it broke off. And that if you got shot, you automatically died.— Mary Beth