A childhood belief about landscape

There's a restaurant in the town I live in called Cafe Aroma. For a while now, there's been a drawing on the special-of-the-day chalk board. When I was about seven or eight, my mom caught me staring for a really long time at the chalk board and asked why I found it so interesting. I responded with, "I was looking at the chalkboard. Those are such pretty mountains!" That's when she told me that they weren't mountains. I looked back and, a couple minutes later I realized she was right. The drawing is of a naked lady laying down. She told me that it had been modeled after the mountains nearby that looked like a lady lying down. Since then, until I was about twelve, I thought that mountains were really just giant women who had laid down to sleep, but died because people started tearing them apart to make towns on them and I frequently looked for their faces. I was later told the differences and similarities between mountains and women.