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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.
When I was little I was told what biodegradable was and thought you could watch the things that were biodegradable go into the ground, so I use to through orange pills on the ground in my backyard and try to see them disappear.
When i was little my mom had a garden and one time when my brother was out there he teased me that if i went into a garden muskrats would come out of the ground and eat it took my mom along time to convince me otherwize
I used to believe that if you dig a hole in the ground and put pepper in the hole, the ground would sneeze.
I used to believe that angels painted the sky.
I used to believe that rocks could grow. We used to go to the lake when we were kids and on the way there was a big boulder in the middle of a field. My father told me that when he was a little boy that the boulder was just a pebble. I was convinved that every year the rock was getting just a little bigger.
I grew up in a small town with a factory on the outskirts. This factory processed the diatomacious earth that is found prevelant in our area, and we were facinated by the white fluffy smoke stacks that billowed during operation. My brother and I always thought that what this factory did was to make clouds and these floated all over the world. We were so convinced that this was a cloud factory! To this day, we still call the plant the "Cloud Factory".
Every park that I went to as a kid had a sign that stated 'This Park Closes At Dark'. To me, that ment that the trees went home. Why else would the park close? The trees had to get home to thier families. I spent many hours begging to stay late at the park to find out where the trees lived.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that giants were buried under hillsides. Whenever we would go on family outings in the car, I would always marvel at and try to count how many "Giants" grave we passed.
I believed that the rolling hills around our town were merely blankets covering sleeping dinosaurs that only came out at night to eat the trees.
I used to believe that the smoke stacks on factory buildings were actually cloud machines. I believed that until I was about 8 and asked my uncle (who had recently gotten a job at one of the factories) how they decided which shapes to make them into.
My mom believed, when she was little, that we lived on the inside of the world. This belief stemmed from the fact that the sky is blue, and pictures of the Earth are mostly blue. So basically, she believed we were staring up at the Earth's shell.
I used to believe that all land floated on water. After all, when you drill down into the ground, you get water (oil never crossed my mind), hence that belief.
i used to believe that dead cows were hidden in all long grasses. for some strange reason i was petrified of touching a deceased cow in any way....but i could eat beef. :)
I used to think that stones had feelings, and hated having to stay out in the cold and get rained on. So every time my parents took me outside, I'd collect piles of rocks and only abandon one when I saw another that looked more in need of rescue.
my mom used to believe that we all lived inside the world not outside it. that we were all enclosed in sky ball.
Once as a child I was on a woodland walk with my Sunday school class. At one point I asked if we were going up a certain rather steep hill. The teacher said no, because that was "too steep terrain". I thought she said "too steep to rain". So for quite some time, I thought that, wherever a hillside was sufficiently steep, it never rained.
When I was small the weather men used simple paper maps with bold lines dividing the states. I assumed these lines were represented in some way on the land as well. My picture of this was a strip of very dense forest that was full of wild and undiscovered animals. The borders between Canada, the United States and Mexico were very wild indeed because they were thicker lines on the map.