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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 the moon was a beach ball hung up in the sky by a cup hook, and that when my father came home from the Army (World War II) he would climb up a ladder and unhook it so I could play with it. I was incensed at my mother for laughing at me when I informed her that Daddy would get the moon down for me when he came home.
When I was little I thought that the stars were the light of heaven shining through rips in the sky (think the fabric of night). When the pieces of fabric from the rips fell to earth they became violets. Good violets became amythests when the died. What's the difference between a good violet and a bad violet? Beats me.
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.
One night when I was about 7 I woke up around 3 in the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep so I decided to read a Richie Rich comic book, and the main story concerned a bunch of bad guys who stole the moon (of course they didn't; they just turned it invisible, and Richie figured it out). I remembered that there was a full moon that night so I went to look at it out my window, which faced East, and... IT WAS GONE! Not knowing that both the Earth and Moon would be spinning/revolving enough to get over on the other side of the house in the 5 hours since I had last seen it, I went into my parents' room and woke Mom up to let her know that someone had stolen the Moon or turned it invisible. She groggily assured me it hadn't and told me to go to bed.
Fortunately, I was wrong.
When I was little I thought that the moon was put up in the sky by two guys on a ladder, and that's why it was always a different shape, they put up whatever shape they wanted and they left it there for a while before changing it again.
I used to believe that moon tasted like melon. I still kind of believe in it:)
I used to believe that comets were pieces of the Sun that had broken off.
Since they have earthquakes on earth, I believed that they had Marsquakes on Mars, Saturnquakes on Saturn, and so on.
When I was little, I thought that falling stars were really stars falling. So in the hopes of seeing a falling star, I'd often pick a random star and stare at it hoping it would fall.
I used to believe that Star Trek was an actual part of the Space Program, that was just using more Advanced Equipment than the Apollo moon shots.
When I was a child, I used to believe that humans had visited and lived on every planet in the solar system except Jupiter. I wonder-why not Jupiter?
O used to think that we lived INSIDE the world; that the blue sky was the inside of a big hollow ball. I knew that "space" was all black and full of stars, and try as they might, my parents could not convince me that the blue sky was caused by the sunlight coming through a waterbased atmosphere. Come to think of it, that still kinda sounds bunky to me. :) And don't even asked me how I thought we GOT to outer space. I think I thought we launched rockets out little windows or something. It was a while before it clicked.
About the time I was in pre-school, the family was riding in the car as we were moving cross country from the east coast to the west coast. On one of those days, as it passed into the night, I asked my mom what happens to the Sun after it goes down for the night. She asked me what I thought happened and I told her that after the Sun goes down it seperates into a bunch of tiny specks and becomes the stars and that by morning they gather back together into the Sun.
She responded, "That's exactly what happens."
I believed it for the next several years.
When I was a kid I believed that the man on the moon got there by being a construction worker. He was laying the last brick on a high rise building and a crescent moon came along and hooked him. He stayed up there because he was too scared to tell his boss he dropped the last brick.
Somewhere out there is an unfinished high rise!
This is my co-worker's sister-in-law and niece. He said that for the longest time, and sadly well into their adulthoods, they believed that the sun and the moon were actually the same object, but that it was just darker at night.
I used to believe that when I was in the car the moon moved with me.
When I was a child I thought that if I climbed the mountain I could touch the moon and get to it because I saw it right above the mountain
When going home at night I looked out of the window of my Mums car the moon was always there, I thought it was tied to the car with String