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Flying Rocks - I had a baby sitter when I was 3-4 yrs old. She used to tell me to get my arm in the window so that I would not get hit by a flying rock. I still remember going for rides in the car with her to pick up the bigger kids from school. I would roll down the window in the back seat and stick my hand out the wind to surf the air. I still do it today. I never could understand why she thought rocks could fly. They did not have wings. What was she thinking.
I used to have a reoccuring dream that I would be digging a hole and then someone would say you've disrupted the o-zone layer and then my body would become disfigured, like looking into a mirrior at a fun house. I was afriad of the o-zone laywer and digging holes until years later when I learned in school that the o-zone layer was not a layer of dirt.
I used to believe that mountains grew from tiny seeds, just like trees and plants.
I used to believe that grass grew into trees. When we first moved into our home, there was a small tree in the front lawn that eventually grew very large. I noticed that my father would mow the lawn every week, because, he said, "Otherwise the grass will get too tall." I asked why he didn't mow the tree and he said "because we want it to get bigger." Since I liked the tree, I would beg him not to mow the lawn, so that we could have a forest in our front yard.
"Dad, where did the hills come from?"
"The glaciers left them there."
Ahhh...then "glaciers" must be an ancient race of giants. Naturally.
I used to believe that the mountains were dinosaurios .
And that scary me so mucho.
i used to think that if you jumped on the ground hard enough, you would break it and the ocean would be underneath and there would be loads of sharks swimmig around!!
I was going to elementary school at the time when I believed the world was flat and because I lived where mountains surrounded me, I thought that they were what kept you from falling off. I was so confused when we finally went through the mountains to get to the other side...I realized sometime after that, that the world was actually a sphere!
i thought clouds were marshmellows that were dropped. I also thought that angels accidentally mixed blue dye with the air, making it blue. I thought that trees were just over sized flowers and taht the trunk was like a stem that was hardened. I believed that rivers were made by giants' tears and they made oceans as well. I also believed that earthquakes were them walking. I thought taht giants made mountains as their sandcastles. i thoguht alot.
My sister and dad would tell me that hills, were giants that were burried. The hill that our house was on was the Jolly Green Giant's Father.
I used to believe that giants roamed the earth and one day they all laid down and died, and that's how hills and mountains and the landscape were defined! It's the lumps and bumps of their dead bodies.
I used to believe that maps were made by placing a pencil tip on a piece of paper while sitting in the backseat of a car, and letting the bumps dictate the outline of the land.
I still think my father had children because they're easily fooled. He'd tell us (and now tells his grandkids) that if you pick up a rock fast enough you can see it's roots.
I Used to believe that the smoke coming out of the power plants etc were cloud makers
when i was little i once tried to dig a hole all the way down to the mantle of the earth so that i would have a place to sunbathe by myself
that the mountains that i could see in the distance from my house were the barrier of everything. every other state or country had to be somewhere between the ocean on one side and the mountains on the other.
I used to believe that craters were old dinosaur nests.
I used to believe when I was young that little rocks grew into bigger rocks. Now I know its actually the other way around.
After playing halo, i began to think that the world was actually a huge megastructure, which explained iron deposits deep in the earth's crust. When i learned that things like iron and coal were made from compression of dead organisms, that thought collapsed on itself.
When I was little, I used to believe that the world moved under my feet as I walked, I didn't travel over the world, it spun under me.