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When I was in first grade, I got a book about what would happen if you were able to dig through the earth. It explained that the earth had a "thin crust" and below it was many different layers of rock. My sister and I, not realizing that the "thin crust" was still several hundred feet thick, decided to dig to the rock layer. Since we lived in New England, about two inches into digging we hit a large rock. We decided that this was the rock layer and were very pleased with ourselves.
When I was little, I used to believe that the tops of trees touched the sky.
Having grown up in the city, I thought that pavement was the natural state of the world, that lawns were where the cement had been removed, and that curbs were how deep the soil was.
When I was 4, my 5 year old brother convinced me that the weather forecasters lived in the cracks in the earth. (We lived back a dirt lane and anytime it was dry the ground cracked on the surface) I felt bad for them so used to yell down to them to keep them company. I also shoved cookies and crackers through the holes in case they got hungry.
when i was small i used to believe that the sand in the desert was filled by the builders who did not need that sand anymore, and when i got to the actual reason for the desert being full of sand i was shocked and suprised too :-)
When i was about 7, i used to believe after sunset sun goes into the see.
I used to think that indents in mountains were the footprints of dinosaurs.
I used to believe that the yellow sky during a sunset meant that people were peeing a lot.
When I was a very young child I believed that islands were thin flat discs of land floating on the ocean's surface with some unknown tether anchoring them to the seabed.
When I was little and my parents would take me along for a ride in the car..I believed that when my mother pointed out a bare spot on a mountain....I thought that was where all the bears hung out. I never questioned her, so I believed this for a very long time. Until I was old enough to know better! One day it dawned on me........That is NOT where the bears hang out. Just a bare spot.
When i used to see the dried up dirt, with lines through it, all broken up, i thought that there had been an earthquake there.
When I was little and I would ride in the car, I used to believe that the clouds would get caught in the branches, and that was why they looked different when you passed a big grove of trees.
I thought for sure I was going to encounter quicksand at moment, so I always looked for a quicksand exit strategy wherever I was.
I used to believe that north was always straight ahead. I could never face south, but I knew it was behind me!
my sister and i used to believe that the round bales of hay wrapped up in white plastic (to protect them from rain) were actually the harvest of a marshmallow farm...we still laugh about that to this day when we drive by!
Up until I was nine my uncle told me that the round bales of hay were cow eggs.
I believed that I could walk to, and touch, the setting sun, if only I was allowed to cross the big road that passed between me and the West.
I used to think that the lines outlining each of the states found on a US map were really there.
I used to think that mountains were actually buried dinosaurs.
When I was a kid, having seen on television that lava from volcanoes would harden into rocks, I decided that all rocks must have been created by a volcano spewing out lava. I figured that different types of rocks resulted from the lava drying differently. I asked my mom about this and she said "well, that's not far off." I later learned about igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic rock in school -- so I wasn't *completely* wrong!