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We had a REALLY old TV when I was little and the color was always distorted. While watching the Smurf's at a friend's house one morning I asked her why they were blue? On my TV they had always been GREEN and I just assumed green was their true color!
I used to believe that Hanna Barbara was a lady (instead the last names of the creators). I was like, she is really smart and rich!!
I used to believe that people had outlines like cartoons. I got this idea from looking at Snoopy. Sometimes I would hold my hands up in front of a wall, concentrate hard, and try to see my "black lines." (And I was so pleased when I was finally successful.)
i used to think that tv was real life, and u could go into the tv, and warn the characters about something thats gonna happen l8r on. i always wanted to go tell the rugrats stuff,i would pretend angelica was my best friend! i was weird, i no!
When I was little, I remember watching My Little Pony, and seeing "to be continued" on the bottom of the screen at the end of the episode. For the longest time, I really thought that "continued" was some sort of adjective for "evil" or something. Like "to be bad". I thought they were saying something about the bad guys!
I used to believe that I can change what happens in a cartoon. When I saw the same episode and something bad was going to happen, I would yell it at the character so they would avoid it. I was always dissapointed when they "didn't listen".
I used to believe that if you blink at the same time as a cartoon character you'd turn into them. When I was three my favorite movie was "The Little Mermaid" and I wanted to turn into Ariel more than anything, so I'd watch it over and over so I'd blink at the same time as she would. No one caught on to this.
At the age of 9 I used to think that Superman was real, there was a cartoon version of Superman on the telly and I watched it all the time, I used to argue with people at school who watched Blue Peter, I said that Blue Peter wans't real but Superman was! Sad but true (the belief I mean...)
The Star Trek cartoon series was a cheap show. They recycled images all the time. In one episode, somebody points out the Romulan ship on the viewscreen, but they show a scene of the Klingon ship. I didn't think that this was odd though...the Klingons obviously sold weapons to the Romulans.
This is not exactly what I believe, but an example of the cruelty that older siblings inadvertantly inflict on their younger brethren.
My mum was studying psychology A'level when I was about 15. I had a younger brother - aged 3. He was really naughty and I was sick and tired of him getting to watch all the cartoons when I wanted to watch other stuff.
I read my mum's psychology textbook and came accross the idea of conditioning. I reasoned that my brother didnt know any different and so I could just tell him that news programmes were, in fact, cartoons. If I did it often enough then he would get the message and I could watch all the TV I wanted. For two weeks I stalked the little imp and kept telling him that news was cartoons and vice versa. Naturally, he wasnt having any of it and would scream blue murder whenever I turned over from a cartoon to the news and told him that I was giving him what he wanted.
Eventually my mum found out and grounded me for a week.
I'm now a clinical psychologist and my brother is an IT consultant. Need I say more...
Up until I was 7 or so, I didn't know how cartoons worked, so I figured cartoon characters were really actors in suits.
I remember a kind of discussion in third class about "Did dinosaurs and cavemen live at the same time?"
One of the pupils said they did, and "The Flitstones" were the proof.
I was believe that cartoons were real.
I thought cartoon characters were actors in costumes. I was jealous of the actor playing Speedy Gonzales, because I figured it was a child like mne in the costume.
I very early found out that cartoons are in fact series of fast changing pictures, each next only a bit different from previous. It was well explained in some magazine for kids. So I knew how does every cartoon work, but I though it is executed just like the cartoon-book you can make yourself - they are holding out there in the studio thick stack of colored papers right in front of camera, and when the sheets are moving very fast, it is just being filmed and showed on TV. So many times I just wondered why all those cartoons on TV are so perfect quality since there should be visible trails of sheets moves etc. Then some day I found out they just record each one picture in the other film-tape tile, and this is it.
One of my favourite cartoons when I was little was called Willy Fogg. It was about a lion who had to travel around the wrold in 80 days. Story sound familiar?
This cartoon really confused me though because whenever I heard a reference to Phileas Fogg, I thought they were talking about the lion! For years I didn't realise that Phileas Fogg was a person.
Just a few weeks ago (I reasoned this out with said friend), my friend and I thought we were the Black Spy and the White Spy from MAD MAGAZINE. We would run around my basement making "helicopter" sounds and try to beat the shizzit out of each other using pillows.
We live in a retirement community, so imagine our neighbors thinking they were going senile seeing a couple of teenagers in fedoras and sunglasses running around the backyard.
Luckily, this is not believed anymore.
when i was a kid i always wanted to see what nanny looked like on "muppet babies", so i would always stick my cheek to the screen and try to see her face.
I was a huge fan of The Carebears and believed they were real. So much so that when I would cry, I honestly believed the Carebears would see on their care-o-meter that I was sad and would come cheer me up. Of course, this never happened and I was always so sad that they ignored me.
i used to think that cartoons like "Tom and Jerry" were performed by real actors in cat and mouse suits, using speicial effects and a special camera that made it look like a drawing. i was probably like 5 or 6 when my mom explained to me how it worked for real.