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When I was about 7 or 8 (I'm 23 now) some friends of my parents owned a flea market. Me and my older sister and my uncle (who is only a year older than me) would all go outside at the back of the flea market and there was nothing there except rocks and red mud. One day we saw dog tracks and my uncle convinced me they were dinosaur tracks and that we had entered Dinosaur Land. So every day we could we would be out there looking for the dinosaurs, we never saw them. And I truly believed until I was old enough to know better that we were in Dinosaur Land. I was so disappointed when I realized the truth. lol
I used to believe that the yellow sky during a sunset meant that people were peeing a lot.
I used to believe that it wasn't wind that made the tops of trees move.. It was dinosaurs.
I used to believe that skyscrapers were actual people that went on top of tall buildings and scraped the sky because the people couldn't see out of the sky windows. No one ever told me that they weren't people but those really tall buildings and I had to find it out myself.
A girl I was in school with believed that hills were created by the footsteps of dinosaurs, and mountains were the paths they used over and over again!
My sister used to believe that different parts of the world were god's body - eg Italy was his shoe and New Zealand (where we lived) was his finger. On top of that, the white row of bricks down the street from us were his teeth.
When I was about six or seven my friend Cristy and I used to build these giant sand castles in the sandbox. We would each get on one side then dig through until our hands touched. We believed that if we dug down from there we could get to the other side of the world.
When I was little, we were driving through the Appalachian Mountains. My mom referred to a mountain we passed as a "hill" because she was from Colorado and used to the Rocky Mountains. For years, I thought I'd seen a hill that reached the clouds.
I used to think clouds were mashed potatoes in the sky.
I grew up in the city, where at night there are a lot of city lights, but very few stars in the sky. After a camping trip, where there were no city lights but so, so many stars in the sky, I believed that city lights were stars that fell to the ground.
I used to believe the sky was green and everybody was colorblind since they said it was blue
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 a kid I believed that dark places were pieces of the night that didn't go away when the sun came up, because they were caught behind doors and in closets, etc. I thought that the darkness grew up out of the world when the sun started going down. I was very scared of it.
i used to believe the earth was a giants head, and all the trees and grass was his hair. i felt really sorry for the giant, cuz people keep builing houses, and digging holes in his head. eventually, i realized that just couldn't be possible.
I used to think that the lines outlining each of the states found on a US map were really there.
I believed that everything on the other side of the earth was upside down and that if I ever visited I would fall because no one taught me how live the other way.
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 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.
When I was 4, my family moved to a town near Wollongong, on the New South Wales South Coast. We were very close to a mountain range - and somehow I got this bizarre notion into my head that, behind the mountains, there was a huge plain inhabited by dinosaurs.
It took a few weeks to shake this odd belief - and until I did, I used to get worried that whenever my family had to drive up into the mountains to get to Sydney, we might see over the other side to where the dinosaurs were.
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.