science

When, as a kid, I first found out about atoms and how they had some particles in the nucleus and others flying around the nucleus, I thought it was like a miniature solar system, and there were tiny people living on each subatomic particle. I'm still not entirely convinced it's not true.

Until fifth grade, I used to believe that ice was always a constant 32 degrees F. When I found out that a piece of ice could be COLDER than that, it really blew my mind.

One day when I was at a park with my parents, I looked straight up into the sky and got real dizzy and felt like I was about to lift off. There was a railing next to me that I immediately grabbed. At that very moment my dizziness went away. From that moment on (at least for a couple of years) I harbored the belief that the only reason people do not fly off the face of the earth was because there was always an object nearby they could grab a hold of.

I used to believe that if the lift cable snapped and I jumped in the air just before hitting the ground I would escape serious harm. My children asked why I had curly hair. I told them I was an African. They asked why I wasn't black. I told them my mother used to keep me indoors to protect me from the sun. They believed me.

I used to believe…

during a long car journey, i asked my father what the deal was with whirlpools, where did they come from? what made them..well, whirl..

After a few miles it was evident that he had no idea at all and so, i came up with my own kid-theory for him to validate.

I suggested that there were wide brick built chimney like structures under water, at the base of the chimney there was a pipe connected to a pump somewhere and that sucked the water downwards making it swirl like a bath plug hole. To my amazement he agreed.. yes thats right son. shea' rite dad

Well, this partly explains the strange and twisted way in which i now view the world, of course i am ommiting the mind altering drugs i took at university.

Iused to belive that the key ctrl was short for citral

I used to believe that houses were built on ball-bearings about the size of a bowling ball. Much later I realised that this must have stemmed from my dad trying to explain that the world was round.

I thought that when only 'life and death' telegrams could be sent, that it meant that new-born babies were in this category. This wasn't helped by the fact that I actually worked on the Post Office counter.

My friend Baz believed that a large truck travelling along a road would stop dead for a tiny fraction of a second each time a fly hit the windscreen (that's a "windshield" for you folks from the US of A). He was aged 33 when he let that one slip!

I used to believe,there was a little person inside my Dad's box Brownie camera.

When you put a letter in the post box, it goes to an underground conveyor belt that takes it all the way to the house of the nearest postman to the destination. Is that not true? (!)

I sed to think that thw only reason we stuck to the earth was because is spins around!

Yay, I am so delighted to find out that I am not the only idiot that thought a piece of paper went in to the fax, de-materialised (like on Star Trek) and re formed again at the other end. Mind you, this was back in the 60's when I first saw a fax on a TV show. The cops were sending an identikit picture of a criminal to another state - I was convinced that it was only a matter of time before people would travel this way!!

My family lived next to an electric company right of way when I was growing up. I got the idea that not only were the power lines dangerously electified, but that touching the big, metal high-tension towers would mean instant death. Birds seemed to be ok when they perched on the towers, but I decided that that had something to do with them having no blood in their feet.

I used to believe that when you went into an elevator, it was the floors that moved, not the elevator. As a five year old, I couldn't understand what the point of going into the 'box' was and concluded that the floors must have moved, or that there was some sort of magic involved.

Me and my sis who is two years younger then me used to try to make ways to fly like putting blankets on our tricycles handle bars. Once I got this great Idea that I would take a box and tape feathers to it and slide down the slide and go flying. At the last minute I got concerned about safety. I decieded I had better tie a rope to the top of the slide so I wouldn't crash land. believe it or not the rope held good the problem was it was only half the lenth of the slide so I "Crash Landed" without my box. I got some bruises from that one.