I believed that crocheting was remarkably easy. All you did was get somebody to attach the yarn to the knitting needles and then rub them together vigorously and whatever you wanted to crochet would come out of where they were rubbing.
I've always loved drawing, mostly people or faces. But when I was little, I believed every single doodle you did was somehow transported to a different dimension to live forever and I do mean live, as in walk, talk, think and feel in the World of Drawings. So whenever I drew something ugly Id be consumed with guilt. I thought I was responsible for condemning this defective drawing to an eternal life of mockery and misery. Boy, did I use rubbers back then.
In my Girl Scout handbook there was a line about how a sculptor can 'see' the figure in a block of stone. I took that to mean that if you chipped away at a block of stone or wood you'd find a wonderful surprise in the form of some fabulous sculpture inside. I tried it with a block of plaster of Paris and all I got was a big pile of dust.
One time, when I was little, we were at the beach on a really hot day, and my cousin was flying a black kite shaped like a stingray. A storm rolled in so she had to take the kite down really fast. When she got the kite down it was hot and when she touched it, it burned her. And, as she got burned she said something like, Ow, he got me. After that, I always believed that kites could bite you.
My sister started Brownies 2 years before me and her and her friends would come home raving about how great 'Brown owl' was. When i eventually went to Brownies, i walked in the room and saw a brown plastic owl in the middle of the floor sat on a plastic toad stool. I looked at it horrified and whispered to my sister 'Is that brown owl???' wondering what sort of strange plastic-worshipping cult she'd brought me to. It wasn't until after she and her friend's had finished laughing at me that i realised Brown Owl was in fact a real person.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that you could be drafted into the Boy Scouts. (And I was deathly afraid!)
When I was little I loved to collect those erasers that smelled like fruit or candy or what have you. I noticed that over time the scent would fade and I thought it was because of people sniffing them too much, so when my friends sniffed them, I made them exhale through their noses back onto the eraser so they could "give back" the scent
i used to believe you couldn't draw on erasers with pencils because it would erase itself
When I was little, I heard someone say that the pianist "played by ear". I took this literally and thought that he played the piano with his ears. At one point, my belief was confirmed when I saw someone on a cartoon doing this.
My brother just had the weirdest hobby ever.One time at school when he was a kindergardener he was painting and he painted himself green and was sent home.Like a week later at home he painted himself Blue.
my mom decided he wanted to be a rainbow
My grandma died when i was 4. Soon after that i saw a lady on tv playing a violin, and another lady who was dancing to the music was lying on the floor until the music started,then she got up and danced. i thought that if i learned to play the violin i would be able to bring my grandma back to life. I did learn to play and now i play with a national youth orchestra and have reached grade 5. thanks grandma!!!
When I was 5, my mom used to tell me that I couldn't become a ballerina when I grew up unless I ate my peas, as they acted like ball berings in my toes. I used to believe this quite strongly apparently, as a few years later, when my little sister had been signed up for ballet lessons, I told her the exact same thing!
When i was 6 i saw some people parachuteing on TV.
I thought to myself "I'd like to try that" so later that day, i attached myself to 100 or so tesco bags and jumped off my bunkbed.
Luckily i only broke my ankle
As a kid I desperately wanted to be a Girl Guide, but I thought you had to be born one, like being an Orthodox Jew or a Catholic. I couldn't wait till I grew up, could convert to being a Girl Guide, and get to wear a blue uniform all day and earn badges.
I used to think that an air guitar was a real insrument that was a type of electric guitar and everyone who was cool had one. I used to really want one, and i continued beleiving it until i was in 4th grade, when someone had gotten an electric guitar and I said "Theres this guy i know who got a new air guitar!!!" After much laughing, my brother set me strait....
When I was about 3 years old, my uncle took me fishing a creek by our house. Although I didn't catch any fish, I caught plenty of sticks. He had me convinced that I caught "fish sticks"! I was very excited and told my mom, "Look! I caught fish sticks!"
When I was a kid I would always complain to my mom that I was bored - she was pretty good at coming up with fun things to do but if she couldn't think of anything she used to tell me to use my imagination. I had no idea what an imagination was - I don't know why I didn't ask. For some reason I came to believe that my imagination was the colours and lights I saw if I closed my eyes and pressed on my eyeballs. Needless to say, I didn't have a very good opinion of imagination and couldn't understand why my mom was suggesting this to me as a form of entertainment.
When I was about 4, my mother and I were shopping at Walmart when my eye caught a bag of Cotton in the Arts and Crafts section. I begged my mother to buy me this big bag of cotton, and she felt she could possibly use it in blanket or some other craft.
When we were loading the bags into van, I grabbed the bag of cotton and ripped it open, and quickly started putting the cotton in my mouth.
I was shocked and extremely disapointed to find out that it wasn't Cotton candy.
My mother gave me a strange look and I had lost my appetite for cotton candy.
Once I went fishing with some guy and his daughter, I think he was a friend of my parents or something... Anyway, a fish stole my bait without getting hooked and the guy said "Oh, you got mugged".
Later after that I heard about people getting mugged and I thought that fish took their bait while fishing.
I played soccer in grade school and hated it. I asked my mother why I had to play to which she responded "it's the law." When I was about 14, one of my friends told me she had never played soccer when she was a kid. I asked her if her parents had gone to jail or just been given a fine. You can imagine the look of confusion on her face.