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We went on a family vacation once to Colorado and I can remember telling my Mom as we were going up a mountain that my ears were getting dirty because I couldn't hear.
When I was younger, I used to believe that islands floated in the sea.
I used to believe that we lived INSIDE the earth, and that if you traveled far enough, you'd eventually get to the shell. I always wanted to get to the edge and lean up against a big wall of sky!
When I was a kid riding the bus into school, I used to think that the hills (especially the humps on hills) were dinasaurs that were buried and they were just waitingto burst out and stomp around.
i used to believe the roaring sound that a motorcyle makes was actually the sky rumbling and i also believed that the sound the crikets or locust make was actually the sound the sun makes when its getting hotter (LOL)
I thought that we were all INSIDE the Earth and not ON it. The reason: in maps of the solar system, Earth was always blue, and since the sky is blue and it is a big dome (from our view on Earth), this theory made perfect sense to me.
I used to believe that the world was flat because the roads are also flat.
I used to believe that whenever you made a dent in the ground, it pushed the earth up on the other side of the planet.
When I was learing briefly about plate techtonics and they siade "Under the ground the Earth moves" so I thought that the dead people under the ground would be split up into teeny tiny pieces and shifted underground.
I grew up just North of New York City where we obviously had no farms or livestock. We had relatives in Kansas, and every summer we would visit. Driving along the plains and prairie there is not too much to see, except the occasional windmill rising up from the endless rolling fields.
Not knowing why a farmer would place giant "fans" in the middle of his property, I assumed that this was to blow the smell of the cows away whenever the farmer was working in the field.
I devised a huge theory of what the earth is composed of simply because of the word 'lavatory'.
In first grade, our teacher would line us up to go to what she called "the lavatory". I had never heard a bathroom called such a thing, and I immediately understood that I was uncovering some ancient science that only I knew: lava was made of wee and poo and that in going to the bathroom, we were in fact "making lava". I was very smug about this hidden knowledge.
The next year, we learned about the layers of the earth, and of course "lava" was just another word for #1 and #2. All the plumbing must reach below the Earth's crust and pour all the "lava" into this ever-expanding pocket of sewage! I was always afraid of digging holes because I thought if I dug too far, the world would be flooded in poop. Volcanoes were disgusting, and I was very grateful that I didn't live anywhere near one.
When my mom was little she saw an oil rig next to a K-mart. She asked what it was and my grandma thought she was talking about the store, so she told my mom that it was a K-mart. It wasn't until years later that she figured out it was an oil rig.
When I saw shadows of clouds on a tree-covered mountain, I thought the trees were a different color in that area, and the dark trees could move around.
I used to believe that the rolling hills in Northern California were actually dead dinosaurs, covered in grass.
When my brother was little, (five or six) he asked our mother if he planted a rock, would he be able to grow a mountain.
I have always been interested in science, and I came up with my own theory of "gravity". I was only four, so I didn't know about gravity. But I assumed that since the world was round, people must live on the inside of the earth, and clouds were on the outside of it.
When we used to drive past farmlands with those giant circular haybales that look like Shredded Wheat cereals, I thought that the farmers had grown them, like lettuce. I wondered how it was done, because the times I tried planting Shredding Wheats in the ground nothing came up..
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...