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I grew up in South Florida, and naturally, spending time on the beach was a frequent past time. The vastness of the ocean always fascinated me and trying to wrap my young mind around it led to some crazy thoughts.
The one I'll never forget is when I was probably 8 or 9, and I said something to the effect of "It must really stink for those people on the other side of the ocean where the waves go out instead of coming in." Once my family members stopped laughing, I learned the truth about waves.
i used to think that the foam in the ocean was whipped cream. until i tasted it
I used to believe that somebody turned the ocean waves off at night.
Every year when I was young my family would go on vacation to a lake. When out on a row boat fishing with my brothers, I would think you could catch more fish if the lake was half empty. I would use a pail and scoop water from one side of boat and dump it on the other. Hence emptying one side of the lake.
At my school, when you went out to recess you would play on a large asphalt lot that had a drain at one end so that puddles wouldn't form on the play area when it rained. When I was in first grade my friend and I were absolutely convinced that this drain was the source of all the city's water supply. We had noticed that when it rained the water going down the drain usually had mud or leaves in it, or gasoline that had dripped from cars. We couldn't beleive that the mayor would let people drink this water! So my friend and I, feeling an obligation to our community, got together a bunch of kids to build a "dam" around the drain. We built it of rocks and twigs, and assumed that it would hold out all the water that had been sitting on the dirty asphalt while still letting in rainwater. When we went away to got more rocks some older kids came and stomped on our dam, letting all the water in (of course our little dam hadn't realy held out any water anyway). For days afterward we would not drink any tap water.
When we learned about the whole water cycle thing in class (you know evaporation/precipitation etc) i got it all mixed up. I thought if I accidentally left a glass of water out, it would evaporate and rain. I always got mad at myself when it rained cuz I thought it was myself, and I would yell at everyone who left out cups of water. I never thought about the lakes/rivers lol. I hate science
One time my dad was holding me while standing in creek water. I looked over at my mom and of course I could only see her upper body since the rest was underwater- freaked out n thought her legs were gone!!!
I used to believe the rain drops that fell from my roof at night were shooting stars
i used to think that the sea was the same texture and consistancy as jelly , this was disproved one day i was taken to saltcoats seaside resort (if u can call it that) when i was 3 or 4 years old, i couldnt wait to jump onto the jelly and bounce about all over the place, so i ran as fast as i could and jumped in, i vividly remember the shock and confusion i felt as the freezing salty seawater enveloped me and my dad dragged me out coughing and spluttering and crying my eyes out, i remember him pissing himself laughing along with my mother, but once i was dried off and stuffed full of chips i soon got over it.
I used to believe that the ocean froze over in the winter (I grew up in Minneapolis where EVERYTHING froze over in the winter!) I thought that the waves froze in motion, so the winter sea was one giant mass of frozen waves. I believed the only reason people didn't walk to Europe in the winter was because it was too difficult to lug your luggage over all of those frozen waves.
I used to believe that only the surface of water was wet, and that eveything underneath was dry. The reason you get wet when you leave the water was because you had to go through the surface.No one has really convinced me yet that I am wrong.
I used to believe that if I could make the ocean angry then it would make bigger waves, so when I was little I used to insult it and call it names and throw sand into the waves to make it mad
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 believe that in the middle of the ocean was a giant plug. That the waves were caused by air going in and out of the plug. I always made sure that I only went out as far as I could touch the ground because I thought that if you went out to far the giant plug would be pulled and you would go down the drain and had no chance to get back to the sand.
As a young and very guilable 15 year old I was given to beleave by some much older and 'wiser' work mates that the windows in igloos were made from freezeing 'hot' water, it was only many years later it came to me how i'd been had.
I used to believe that wells fill up by the rain drops falling from the sky.
I also thought that why it rains mostly at weekends is because there are so many people washing clothes in the weekend and while the clothes are on the clothesline the water evaporates to the sky and when the clouds are full of water, it rains.
When we were younger, my cousins and i would go on vacation every year at the beach. When we'd run out to the ocean, our parents would yell at us, "Be careful of the undertow!" As young as we were, we thought they were saying "undertoad" instead of "undertow". I always imagined the king of all frogs waiting just beneath the surface to drag me away to sea.
I used to believe that all hot water came from special places underground, and that the world's supplies of hot water were dangerously low. I believed this because mum would always say 'Don't waste the hot water', but she'd never say 'Don't waste the cold water'...
When I was 5 I used to think that water was made from everything that went down the drain, so I wouldn't drink it because it really grossed me out. It wasn't until my Dad told me that water was pure and that God made it for us that I could drink it again.
I used to believe that the water in water fountains kept being reused, and I was drinking other peoples spit everytime I drank at the water fountain.