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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!!
When I was twelve I thought that if I took a diamond (it was a very SMALL diamond by the way) and somehow be able to fix it on top of the hole on my rocket launcher toy, I would be able to construct a powerful signal beam.
When I was growing up in the early 80's, I thought that when my parents called the "operator", they were calling this one lady that they knew, and she knew everyone's phone number, her name was "operator"
I used to believe a nuclear bomb was powerful enough that it would actually split the world into tiny pieces that would float around the solar system. Needless to say, once I found out about its capabilities (less powerful than what I originally believed), nuclear attack has never really worried me as much as other people.
One day my dad was making me and my younger sister breakfast, when we were very young. We asked him how the toaster worked, and our dad (i suspect now rather than admitting he didnt KNOW how the toaster worked, being a drama teacher and not a scientist) told us that a little man lived inside the toaster. His name was Mr. Frosty, and he had a special trident with a red-hot tip to cook the bread. We got obsessed with Mr Frosty and every morning (mystifying our mum) the three of us (Dad, Me and sister) would look intently into the toaster and say a polite 'good morning' to mr Frosty. My sister and I also used to receive little letters on tiny scraps of pink paper from mr Frosty, thanking us for keeping him in business with all the toast we ate.
When I was young I saw my Dad's Popular Science magazines and they would talk about the "Internet Super Highway" that was coming. I thought it sounded way cool. I assumed we'd all be literally surfing on a crazy highway in the sky.