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A childhood belief about history

After looking at my grandma's old photos, I firmly believed that the world used to be black and white. I thought that one day, a butterfly came along and spread colour through the world. I was about ten when my nan realised why i always refered to 'the black and white days' and explained to me that it was simply cameras that had been black and white...

— Gem

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