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When I was little, my dad used to say that sometime we'd "sleep under the stars." I had this picture in my head of literally sleeping right up underneath a star, possibly in some kind of hammock-like-thing. In my head, the stars would be huge, bright and shiny, but perfectly cool. One day I asked my dad when we'd sleep under the stars, and he said something like, "We did, remember?" He was referring to a recent night when we'd all camped out in tents in the yard. I was a little disappointed, but I got over it.
I was convinced that the moon was God's fingernail, and that he grew it and grew it and finally cut it, and then it grew again.
when I was small I always thought that the solar system ended, and then it was just white paper after that
I used to think the sun and the moon were the same thing. When it changed back and forth, that was what caused daytime and nighttime.
The sun switches off at night and on again in the morning
I used to believe that at the end of the universe was a big plywood wall.
When I was small my cousin told me that the earth had a bubble over it to keep all the trees, sand, and water from falling off. She also believed that space ships had pointed tips to puncture the bubble so they could fly into outer space. Can you imagine how horrified I was when I learned there was a hole in the atmosphere?
I remember being four or younger when I first came up with this.
It worried me that the universe was infinite - or rather, because 'infinite' was perhaps not in my vocabulary, it worried me that space should be black forever. Surely it couldn't just go on being black. Everything had an end, surely... although obviously the universe didn't stop, because what would be outside it? This was my solution. After space had stretched on for a long time and way, it stopped being black, and there was a kind of barrier. After that, it was white. Then it was probably brown. And then yellow. I don't remember the exact order after that, but I suppose I assumed that you could go on inventing colours infintely, or perhaps repeat a sequence of them infinitely, and that that would resolve the problem.
i used to think that because people would say that they lived "in" a certain city, or country, like, "I live IN chicago" or "i live IN the u.s.a." that the same thing applied to which planet you lived on. so i figured that earth was almost like an inflatable beach ball, and we lived inside if it. thats how i explained why there was a blue sky and that you would eventually be able to touch it if you got up high enough. i also figured that the astronauts would have to blast a hole in the sky in order to get out. i figured the stars were all the holes the astronauts had blasted.
People told me that the Big Red Spot (storm) on Jupiter was big enough to fit 100 earths into it.
For years after I was scared that the earth would get sucked inside Jupiter.
As a rather precocious youngster, I had read in an illustrated astronomy book that in 4 billion years or so the Sun would red giant and swallow up the Earth. Since I didn't really understand how much time 4 billion years is, I thought this could happen any day. I had nightmares for months, and my mom didn't believe that that was the reason for them (not something normal kids have).
I used to believe you could walk on clouds. And you would be able to walk in space on the edge of the world.
I used to believe that the moon lived on top of our house because I could always see it from the window.
I thought that there was this one star in the sky that would instantly turn you into an oven if you looked at it. For 2 years I was afraid of looking at the night sky
I thought Jews were people who came from Jupiter.
As a very little kid I remember being taken to the planetarium to watch some film about the solar system. The narrarator gave the specific distance between Earth and various other planets. I was outraged because they were obviously making this all up. The only way to record distance was by looking at the mileage numbers on a car's dashboard as you drove. I was smart enough to know you couldn't drive to Mars!
When I was a little girl, I used to believe that sometimes the Moon would break down. The only way NASA could tell it was broken was when it would "smile" at the Earth. NASA would send the astronauts way up there to fix it. Astronauts were REALLY smart because they were the only guys in the whole world who could fix the Moon! My dad went along with it!
When I was about 4 I found a rock in our backyard, and I don't know how but I concluded that since I hadn't seen it there before it had fallen there from the moon, and my parents agreed w/me and let me believe that for the longest time ...I used to brag to my friends that I had a piece of the moon up until I was like 10... boy did I feel dumb when I found out it was just a stupid rock.
My aunt has told me that when I was a young child she mentioned something to me about the crickets chirping at night. I was astounded. Apparently I said to her, "Oh. I always thought that was the stars!"
When I was young, I thought the sky was made out of concrete, aad that everyone painted it blue. Night came because, gradually, people painted it black again so everyone could sleep. Shooting stars were when people ran across the concrete with yellow paint. I was sitting in the middle of Science class one day, and Sir was explaining about night and day, and then I shouted out "So the sky isn't made out of concrete!" My friends have never let me live it down!