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When I was very little, my Dad took me to his friends church where they said something along the lines of our being surrounded by God's presence. In my imagination, I pictured the world as being inside God's belly, and much like a snow globe, the sky was the top of His belly (from the inside), and the ground was along His back. When He drank something, it rained; when He coughed, there were earthquakes; when He moved around, the tides rolled in (like when you move in a full bathtub) and when He had gas, the winds would blow. You get the idea. It changed the way I looked at the sky and made me feel just a little claustrophobic.
I used to believe that the Earth inside a giant snow globe. I would ask my mom if the clouds were in or outside the glass. She had no idea what I was talking about.
My infant school has a big hill in the playground and i thought it was just grass that was put over a giant who was sleeping. It was always a thrill to climb up there and roll down but you had to be careful not to wake or anger the giant (only certain people were allowed up there i thought)
This may sound stupid but I later met up with a randomer from the internet who was afew years older than me in my school and she believed the same thing!!
I thought that islands and continents were floating rocks so you could swim underneath them.
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.
my church told me that if you believe in God, you may move mountains. i used to sit in the backseat of my car andfocus really hard on the hills trying to make them move.
There are these rocks in my back yard that are extremly porrus. My friend told me that they were naturally occuring volcanic rocks and that i was in grave danger. (I live in central illinois there isnt a volcano in like a 600 mile radius of my house) he said you could tell this if it were put in a glass of water it would bubble. the air inside of it came out of the pores i was freaking out.
Ever seen a bright light through a piece of fabric? The holes let the light in. I used to believe that if the dark sky was the fabric of the night that the stars were the holes in the fabric, letting heaven shine through.
From years of watching Gilligan's Island, I knew that quicksand (which frightened me) was common on islands. When I learned that Manhattan was an island, I was terrified by the thought of an upcoming trip there. I comforted myself by planning to stay only on pavement or in buildings AT ALL TIMES, fortunately pretty easy in Manhattan. I survived.
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 was probably about 8 when I thought of this. Having grown up in a town in Florida where rocks did not occur naturally, the only ones I ever saw were in flowers beds, etc. One day, I was looking at a bunch of them, and it occured to me that all rocks must be dried up gum!
When I went on an aeroplane for the first time at 5 years old I believed that the clouds below us was the sea. I had never seen the sea before. I thought it was beautiful.
I used to believe that which ever way you looked it was north, never understood how people got lost :-S
When I was little my dad made my brother and I believe that the wrapped up bales of hay in the fields were marshmellows from outer space.
Once as a child I was on a woodland walk with my Sunday school class. At one point I asked if we were going up a certain rather steep hill. The teacher said no, because that was "too steep terrain". I thought she said "too steep to rain". So for quite some time, I thought that, wherever a hillside was sufficiently steep, it never rained.
Every park that I went to as a kid had a sign that stated 'This Park Closes At Dark'. To me, that ment that the trees went home. Why else would the park close? The trees had to get home to thier families. I spent many hours begging to stay late at the park to find out where the trees lived.
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 used to think that when the sun went down, it went underground and it would create volcanoes while under there. Then it would come out of the ground the next day.
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....
A few miles from my home there is a wind farm on the coast. When I asked what the large twirling things were, my Dad (who loved to kid us) said that they had been left there by a race of extinct giants, and that they were the giant equivalent of those plastic twirly things on sticks you get in seaside shops and put in the sand on the beach.