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I used to believe that elevators were magical boxes that, when you pushed a button for a floor, all the intervening floors of the building collapsed upon themselves while the elevator stayed put. The floors were then magically rebuilt when you pressed the button for your original floor. Strangely, I didn't worry about what happened to all the people on those floors that collapsed.
I believed that there was a giant gathering where a man in red and white pin stripes stood at a podium and would hold up an item and declare the name it would be known by. Ex: I declare this a toaster; no long will bread be uncooked.
(Some back-info for young people: When I was young, there were no such things as digital cameras. So if you wanted to see a picture immediately after taking it, you'd have to use a Polaroid camera. After you snapped a picture, a square sheet would slide out of the camera, and then the picture would develop on the square sheet during the next few minutes.)
As a child, my family would never let me see a Polaroid picture in the process of developing (they probably didn't
want me to get fingerprints on the pictures).
Consequently, I got the misconception that the pictures would be ruined if you looked at them before they were completely developed.
I used to think that little people (or maybe mice) lived inside traffic lights, because there had to be something inside operating it.
I used to believe that when you shut the TV off,
when you turned it back on, the show you were
watching would be right where you left off. So whenever my parents said "Lets go" right in the
middle of my favorite saturday morning cartoon, I had no problem jumping up and shutting off the TV,
believing I would watch the rest when we returned. Thank God for my young brain's short attention span!
When I was younger, my mom used to put me to bed listening to classical music tapes. Sometimes, the tape player would make a crackling sound, and I thought it was the mice re-wiring the tape player to make a bomb. Every morning I woke up relieved that the mice hadn't been able to finish the re-wiring before the sun came up...
My cousin told me that if the self-opening doors didn't open when you approached them, it was because you had no SOUL!
I used to believe that batteries were filled with gasoline, since the labels always said they were flammable and that gasoline was as well. Now I know they use electricity.
I used to believe that when you saw electric wires along a road in a group, held together in places by a holder of some kind, that the holder was mud that someone had thrown up on the wires. I wondered why the mud was always so uniform and why someone would do that.
When I was 5-6 years old, upon reading about the invention of the steam engine and (in history textbooks) the invention of fire by cavemen, I thought the steam engine was invented in the same age as fire.
I used to believe that the toy chicks with the touch sensors were actual chicks trapped inside the plush and plastic shell.
When I was young, my mother jokingly told me that cameras shoot out laser beams.
I believed that they would instantly desinigrate anything they hit so I was afraid of cameras until I was about 10.
When I was little, my aunt gave me a "chirp ball."
This is a device that when you plug it in, it makes a sound like a bird chirping.
I used to be afraid of it because I thought the bird was angry at me and would peck me if I got too close.
I used to believe that there were lots of hamsters in the wheels of the car, and that's what made it go.
i used to believe that their was a whole bunch of tiny little people in our cars radio and thats were the talking and music came from.
I used to think that when you sent a fax, the paper went through the wires.
When I was told a friend’s e-mail address to write down, I even spelled out “underscore” instead of putting “_”. lol
When my sister told one of my brothers her e-mail address, he thought to spell out “at” instead of typing “@”.
When I was young I believed that my playstation wouldn't start a game unless I held the controller and put my energy into starting the game.
I thought the controllers had sensors that said hoy much you were trying to start the game and if you weren't trying hard enough the game wouldn't start.
When I was aroud 3 years Old my family was travelling by car and we saw a big Factory Chimney. I asked what it was and my brother told me that was where the rockets were send to the moon. I Believed that until I was 7 or 8 years old!!