science

our father would tell us that the wind shield wipers on his early '80s vw rabbit were in fact turbo wipers, serving the purpose of wiping air out of the way so the car could travel faster. that explanation paired with well timed hits on the accelerator made the notion quite believable to my brother and i.

I must have been told in a lesson or something that the world spun, because after that I couldn't understand the concept properly and came to the conclusion that when we walked we were just lifting our feet up and down in the same place but that the world moved underneath us!!

I used to believe that if I threw a paper airplane hard enough, and held on tight enough, that I could fly with it. It only took one failed attempt to realize I couldnt

Up until i was roughly 5 I thought escalators had someone to pull on the rubber side at the top. Or push at the bottom.
The people did it all night, pulling and pushing at the escalator rilas so it would keep running for the whole day. I was worried that it would eventually stop during the day and the people would get into trouble, so whenever I used one I spent 2 minutes or so pulling on the rail at the top. My mother always kept a straight face as I left, panting with a modest, "That should be enough for now."
Once I wondered about the inviting red button beside the rail. Of course, I pressed it, being only about 2 or 3. The escalator stopped and now I remember the squiggly lines above the button ahd read 'EMERGENCY STOP'.
Haha. I was a little terror, eh?

I used to believe…

the other month I mentioned to a friend that I spray on 3 different deoderent and 2 different perfumes every morning. He looked at me in shock and said 'you can't do that! the chemicals in them will mix together and cause an explosion or form a poison. you could die!' I spent the rest of the day waiting for something to happen to me, I was scared that at any moment I could explode. For weeks after I wore only one deoderent, until finally someone told me that it wasn't true.

I used to believe…

iused to believe that those recordings on the phone that said your call did not go through were real people who were not allowed to say anything but that. i would yell at them for fun because i knew they couldn't say anything back.

When I was about 5, my family had a video disc player that played those big movies that look like big records. After a lot of thought, I realized that if putting a disc in made the movie show up on the screen, I should really be able to magnify anything that I put into the slot. So, I stuffed some popcorn in the player and waited patiently to watch a giant piece of popcorn pop onto the monitor... instead, my parents had to break the news that I had ruined my favorite machine.

I always thought that when you talked on a phone a little person [Who I named Jeffery] would run through the phonewire really fast and tell the person on the other end of the phone what you were saying.

I was rather upset when I found out that the little person didnt exist

As a bit of backstory, my Dad, as a child, skipped Kindergarten. Until around 46, my dad thought that the primary colors were just a myth, and you could mix something like green and orange to get red. We still tease him about this.

When I was about 4 or 5, I believed that stuffing paper into a vcr would make in work better (I don't know why). I was corrected years later when our vcr broke and we bought a new one. We were wondering what went wrong with the old one, and opened it up. Inside was all the little bits of paper.

i used to belive that if u shreded a piece of paper and put in the holes of thee telephone that the person on the other end would recive if and they would then have to work out what the message was

My little nine year old cousin (she's ten tomorrow, actually) is currently under the impression, thanks to me, that if you cut a piece of cheese into the shape of a DVD and put it in a DVD player, it will play a short film about cows. And if you do the same with a piece of ham, it will play a short film about pigs.

When me and my cousin were little we thought that if we held up our new barbie dolls up to the speaker on the phone the person on the other end could see them. When she did it I would always pretend to see her doll. We werent the brightest kds in the world.

When I was eight I thought Star 69 was the universal number for cell phones. Nevermind how it could possibly be the number for ALL cell phones in the world and yet you'd still be able to directly reach the person you want to talk to.

i used to try to call places by dialing things like "santa" into the phone to call him and toys to call a toystore. Boy was i surprised when "Santa" spoke a wierd language.

I used to believe money was directly printed inside the ATM. As in, you´d type in 50 dollars and the machine would print the exact amount and give it to you...
hey, it always made such strange sounds!