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When I was five, a tidal wave made big headlines. I asked my dad what a tidal wave was and he told me it was a giant wave caused by whale farts. I continued to believe this until 4th grade when we learned about tidal waves, but I only learned the truth after blurting out, "tidal waves are caused by whales that have eaten too much beans!"
I used to believe that hot water was red and cold water was blue.
I remember while brushing my teeth my mother telling me we had well water in which I believed that an acutual whale was swimming in the water that we used.
when I was around 5/6 I didn't know what a drought was back in the 70's so I thought if I took a cup of water outside and poured it into the street gutter that it would find a stream somewhere and add to that to fill up the other streams which led to rivers,ponds,lakes,etc... and finally end up in the ocean.Uh... nope..My mom wondered back then what on earth I was doing making sporadic trips with a cup of water. Then she told me the truth. Man I must of made about 3 dozen trips every so often thinking I was ''helping'' !!
I used to beleive that I wasn't allowed to go swimming at certain areas on the beach because if I went in the water the "UNDERTOAD" would get me. I imagined a giant people-eating toad just below the surface just waiting to inhale me and a huge gulp of water if I dared to swim.
I was much older before I realized it was the under-tow (under water tidal currents which are dangerous because they can pull swimmimg people out into the ocean).
I used to think from the age of about 5 to 8 that the only reason the sea was ther was because someone had turned on a tap at their house n filled up lots n lots of buckets of water and emptied them in2 a big dip in the ground until the it was full because they didnt ave anything betta 2 do considerin tv hadnt been invented
When I was probably 4, one of my dad's co-wrokers told me there were fish in the lake that liked biting toes Well later on some of my parents friends had said how a fish had deflated their pontoon by biting it. I didn't go near the water for a long long time.... to this day I can't be in a lake by myself!!
When i was little i some how started believing that when i went to the beach, i could make the waves become higher if i started to slap the waves and start telling them that "You are pathetic waves! You not even making me fall over! What was that? You make me sick! That bearly went over my knees!"
I thought the waves would get angry and get bigger.
I used to think that when you went over a bridge there were two different rivers and the bridge separated them.
I grew up right by the ocean, but refused to learn to swim because the water was green. My logic was as follows:
Water is blue.
Wee is yellow.
Blue + yellow = green.
I was convinced the ocean was green from all the people weeing in it!
when I was young, I used to believe that if I jumped into a deep puddle, I would jump all the way down to Australia...I think it was mum's way of deterring me from jumping in the puddles in the first place :D
when i was little,my dad would bring me to his house on the weekend.One weekend at 2:00, and the next weekend at 6:00.Anyway my dad made me believe that he could control the tides of the ocean because on certain weekends the water was low and on the other weekends the water was high.
I remember being scared of the ocean for a while as a little kid. I thought lobsters would pinch my toes.
When I was little my brother told me about the 'undertoad' of the ocean. For about three years after he told me this I was positive that every time I went near the ocean I would be grabbed by the giant undertoad and washe out to sea. I wouldn't even put my toes in the wavelets!
I always believed the tide came in at night, and went out again in the morning so that there'd be room for people to lie on the beach during the day.
i used to believe that the water in the ocean went away a night......then came back in the morning.
My Dad used to take me to the beach as a toddler.
We would stand on the edge of the rocks and wait for the waves to come and splash on our feet.
Dad informed me that it was the sea kissing our toes.
I took it literally and though that the sea was a huge living creature.
I was utterly afraid of it, and I still can't swim.
living in central Connecticut, frequent trips to the beach (30 miles away) were easy and fun...
I used to believe that HIGH TIDE was big waves and LOW TIDE got us small waves
When I was about five years old, I've asked my dad why is the sea so salty. He told me it's because a huge tanker full of salt turned over in the water. I believed that :-)
My belief was the sun lived in the sea at night.