When I was about six years old, I asked my father where people go when they die, and he told me, "Star Trek". I believed this for at least a year.
I believed there was a town called "Random".
If someone said, for instance, that "the numbers were selected at random," then I thought that they must have been to Random to pick the numbers.
I believed you could sit on clouds.
I thought a tidal wave was acutualy a title wave because if the wave was big enough it had its own title!
I believed that Santa Clause lived on the moon. I mean how else could he see you when you was sleeping?
I thought that Mount Rushmore was an act of God, and that was how we chose our presidents. . . who resembled the mountain.
I used to think that a mug shot was a picture of the criminal that was put onto police mugs which were then handed to cops all over the country so that they could recognise the bad guy.
I used to believe that if you shouted into a balloon whilst blowing it up and then tied it up, the same noise would come out later on when you popped it!
I believed when I was a child that a man lived in the Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket (on top of the sign) and he was always chasing his furniture while it kept turning.
I used to think that 'Nerds' candy (basically sugar coated in flavoring) would make your eyesight poor and you would have to wear glasses, and that was why they often call people with glasses nerds.