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I used to believe that human lived inside the planet earth and not on its surface.
When I was little I used to believe that each country was on a different planet. After I learned about continents, I thought that they all floated on top of the oceans. After I learned about continental drift, I thought we could watch (down at the beach or somewhere) as the other continents came smashing into us (or us into them). I thought that if I was really lucky, a volcano might grow in our back garden overnight.
I used to believe that you could see the Rocky Mountains from way, way far off on the plains -- like, say, from Kansas.
When I was little I used to believe that we all lived in a gaint shoe box that belonged to gaints and the stars where the air holes from when they put the lid on at night!
When I was really little, I thought that maybe mountains and valleys were created by dinosaurs. I thought dinosaurs were big enough that, when they made a step, mud would squish out from under their feet and form the mountains; valleys were left where their footprints originally were.
I used to believe once that the earth was the gigantic head of a person and that the whole of humanity was a colony of lice.
When I learned at school that the continents move, I though that one day I will see the pyramids of Egypt outside my window (I was living on a greek island)
I used to think that there were magical worlds inside mountains and that that I might get a message written on the mountain to prove my theory.
My parents once told me that the large boulders and rocks in the area known as "The Boulders" north of Phoenix were man made. I believed it until I was 13, and while driving through the area announced my fact to my friend and her parents. Much to my dismay, they laughed, and told me the truth of the matter. Really now, tons and tons of rock and giant boulder, man made!
I once saw some hills in or near the desert around Kern, CA that looked tan with dark blotches on them. My dad told me they were cows eating grass. I figured it out that he was joking, but I still look twice to catch the herd moving.
I grew up in the North West. On Foggy days, Mount Hood was not visible. My sister told me that on these days that the mountain was actually gone... borrowed by people from Kansas where they don't have any mountains. She pointed out the lines on the mountain where it came apart like a puzzle. it was then loaded onto trucks and driven across country. Sometimes they borrowed it for days at a time, but ususally they brought it back the next day. I believed this until I was almost nine years old.
I used to believe that when I lay on the grass on my back on a summers'day and watched the white clouds roll across the sky-that I was actually experiencing the earth spinning.
I really thought I could feel the earth moving beneath me. It was wonderful and greatly humbling at the same time.
aged about 6 or 7 and some of my freinds believed that there was another
world just below us and that maybe they could hear us moving about,one day a boy told us he had once dug a deep hole and hit the top of a house and seen the slates of the roof but got scared and coverd it over,after this i never dug very deep in our back yard.
I was an "army brat" moving every year or so, and until the age of 10 believed that the purpose of the world was to provide a patch-quilt of military bases being supported by the workers in the surrounding country-side, like serfs around the castles in medieval times
I believed that every location south of
where I grew up (New Jersey) would also be
'downhill.' I really wanted to 'coast' my
bike to Florida.
i used to believe that other countries were in the sky 'couse grown ups pointed at the see whene i asked and there was nothing else there but skies.
i remember being disappointed finding out that other countries were like mine, on the ground....
When i was younger i used to dig holes when my family and I went to the beach. My family told me that if i dug a hole deep enough, i would reach China. So i used to dig really deep holes because i wanted to go to China.
From what I was taught at school, I got a fairly clear (I thought) picture of how the earth was laid out: first there was a thin layer of grass, about an inch thick. Then there was the dirt - about half a meter of it, with stones in. Then there was a layer of dinosaur bones, for about another half a meter, and then there was all the hot metal in the centre of the earth. I always drew my pictures with this in cross-section.
When I was about four, I thought that each country was a separate planet and that they were connected by long strips of water. When I drew a picture showing this, my mother disabused me.
I think I was in first or second grade when a teacher first mentioned the idea of continental shifts, and the concept made me depressed, sad and scared.
I used to believe that someone from my family could easily get stuck on another continent, South America let's say, just as it drifted away from us on North America. I would then be separated from my brother or sister, whoever the unlucky person was to be, and never see them again. I used to get sad thinking about how much I would miss them.