A childhood belief about general

This is something that I remember from many years ago. My mom probably remembers it too, but, luckily, she doesn't mention it often. This might be a little long.
When I was three or four years old, my mom told me that we were going to go to a farm. The only farm (well, farm-type thing) I had ever been to was a place where they sold fresh produce, had a playground for kids, and, my favorite part, they sold ice cream. Naturally, I was very excited and I thought there would be ice cream at the farm. When we got there, it was sort of like a petting zoo, and we each got some animal food to give to the farm animals. I don't remember much about the animal food, but it looked a little bit like birdseed. Using kid logic, I concluded that the animal food was weird-looking ice cream, and tried to shove a handful of it into my mouth.
My parents had a good laugh about that one.