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When I was young, I would ask my mother where my father was hunting. She would tell me Oh, on top of the hill. I would spen hours staring at the skyline just waiting for dad to come walking up over the tree tops. You see, to me the hills looked like a carpet, and I really believed I would see him walking up over the hill.
When I was 7 or 8 I noticed those orange balls on some wires going across open fields and asked my aunt what they were, and because of what she told me I believed until I was 17 years old that they were basketballs kids had got stuck up there on the wire.
When I was really young, my family and I used to take trips to an area of Texas called the Hill Country. I always thought everyone was saying the "Hill Crunchy" and thought that somewhere in the area I would see some big, crunchy, potato-chip hills...
I used to believe that each state in the continental US had a big red line painted around its border, like on a map of the US. When on vacation with my family, I eagerly looked for these lines when we crossed state boundaries, and was very disappointed to not see them!
I used to believe that Mt. Rushmore was a natural phenomenon.
Ever seen a bright light through a piece of fabric? The holes let the light in. I used to believe that if the dark sky was the fabric of the night that the stars were the holes in the fabric, letting heaven shine through.
In grade two, a really gulliable girl in my class went on a holiday to nepal. She came back a few weeks later, and at show and tell she showed the class the piece of mountain she had bought. When I went home that afternoon, I begged my mum to take us to Nepal, so I could get a piece of mountain too. I thought that if I had some mountain, I could cover the world in lava. Then my mum told me that what that girl had brought back was only dirt.
When traveling, I used to believe the hills and mountains were graves for giants.
My 14 year old daughter believes that the North/South Poles are so named because there are actual wooden poles at both locations.........
When I was younger my family would often take trips up into the mountains to our lake house. During my first trip up my mom announced that we were going to start climbing the mountain. Of course, she meant we were going to stay in the car and follow the road up but I was convinced she had packed grappling hooks and harnesses and we were going to climb the mountain like they do Mt. Everst. I immediately burst into tears, scared for my life. My mom eventually calmed me down and, hey, I got an ice cream cone out of it.
There are these rocks in my back yard that are extremly porrus. My friend told me that they were naturally occuring volcanic rocks and that i was in grave danger. (I live in central illinois there isnt a volcano in like a 600 mile radius of my house) he said you could tell this if it were put in a glass of water it would bubble. the air inside of it came out of the pores i was freaking out.
We live near a man-made lake. One of the areas that used to be forest is a great fishing spot that our Dad used to take us to. The forest was flooded and there are tree trunks still protruding from the water. Our dad used to tell us that those were dead people's bones. That "they dumped dead people in the lake." I didn't want to eat the fish we caught from there even after he told me it was a joke. That man is twisted.
I used to believe that very large rocks and boulders were actually petrified dinosauer poop.
this is for my mom:
When my mom was a little girl her older brother used to tell her that the mountains were after her. (This was when the family was on vaction)...to this day when she isn't paying attention i can still get her to wonder every now and then.
I gerw up within 100 miles of a portion of the Appalachian Mountains that were then quite sparsely populated and still heavily forested throughout. Numerous times I would ride through the mountains with my family, never seeing the ground on distant mountains, but just treetops. As a result, for a long time I thought that mountains were not big hills, but rather clumps of very tall trees.
I used to believe that Earth was covered by a dome, just like a planetarium, and that the stars were painted on the ceiling.
I used to believe the world was just some big guy's head and he was always sleeping. An earthquake would happen because he was moving in his sleep, and volcanoes would erupt because he had to sneeze. I always thought though that when and if he woke up, the world would be gone so I would always try to be quiet and good so I wouldn't destroy the world.
When I was young, I remember seeing a Sesame Street episode where a mountain was shaped like Mr. Snuffleupagus. I spent years looking at every mountain we drove by to see if I could find that mountain. Even now I catch myself looking at mountains and remembering what I used to believe!
When i was about 5 up until i was about 7 i used to believe that New York was on the other side of the mountains. So everytime my family and i went on a trip to the mountains i use to always say "yeah i'm going to New York!" Then wonder why we never ended up there later.
When I was about 7 years old, I had a map of the world on my wall. One day I noticed that South America could fit into Africa quite nicely. I came to the conclusion that they used to be connected and over time they had floated apart. I told my mother about my observation and the next thing she did was to send me to a child psychologist.