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When I was in science class, they said the earth rotates on an imaginary line called the axis. I didn't know what imaginary is, so I thought at the north and south pole, there really was a big pole coming out of the ground. I wanted to go see it!
I used to believe that stars were actually little holes in the ceiling of the sky where you could see the light from heaven shine through.
I used to believe there were some body lived in the moon.
When I was young, I used to believe that we lived "inside" the globe and what we on maps are actually what the clouds form in the sky. Then one day, mom told me we lived "on" earth. I was scared as hell, and avoided going out of my home at night because I feared I'd fall off the surface!
I used to think we were all living inside the earth instead of on top of it. I wondered how space ships got out. Did they poke a hole through the earth to reach space?
I used to think gravel was the same as gravity. Like the rocks in our driveway are what held us to the earth. When you think about it, gravity is hard to perceive when it's so intangible.
I used to believe that whenever the space shuttle launched, it made a hole in the atmosphere, which I imagined was similar to a giant eggshell. For many years, I wondered how long it took for the hole to close, and why all the air on Earth didn't leak out!
I used to believe there were seven universes, arranged in concentric circles. The middle (first) one was yellow, and the next was white. We live in the third. Then there was another called the Outer Outer White, which contained the planet where my imaginary dinosaur friends lived. Then a green one and a yellow one, and finally another black one like ours but much, much bigger.
In about third grade I got in an argument with a classmate about this. He said that there were thousands of universes. When I went home and asked my mom, she said we're both wrong, there is only one universe, that's where the "uni" part comes from.
That crickets chirping were actually the stars twinkling.
When I looked outside and I saw how the moon would change from one day to weeks later, I thought it was from "smurfs", or little blue alien people eating the moon because I thought it was made of cheese. The less of the moon was showing, the more the "smurfs" ate. And when it was a new moon, the "smurfs" would eat all of it and slowly the moon cheese would grow back to a full moon, and that's when the "smurfs" would start eating it again.
At night I would hear the chirping crickets and thinking it was comeing from the stars in the sky!
when I was small I always thought that the solar system ended, and then it was just white paper after that
When I was a kid I remember hearing about and watching rockets being sent into space. I asked my mum about it and she explained that they were learning stuff about space so they sent someone up there to look around, but it cost a lot of money and could be dangerous.
For years I couldn't understand why they didn't just ask superman to go have a look for them.
I use to believe that the earth rotates on actually axes....i just pictured it spinning on red handle axes
I always thought the sound of the crickets chirping at night was the sound of the stars twinkling. I thought a “twinkle” was a sound. In my mind I imagined the stars kind of flickering while they made the noise.
I used to beleive that the moon was where the local fair was.
I used to believe that we lived inside of the Earth, not on its outside surface. I always wanted to feel the inside edge.
I used to believe that comets were pieces of the Sun that had broken off.
When I was about four, I thought we all lived *in* the Earth, that the sky was a giant solid dome that had a door for astronauts to get through and that all the pictures of Earth from space where just pictures of the outside of the sky dome.
When I was 6 years old, I thought that if I'll tie about 100 baloons from a rope and I'll get on the other end of it, I'll fly. The single thing that didn't made me jump from a building with 8 levels was the thought: what if there are too many ballons and they'll take me up in the sky and I'll never go down again?