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When I was 3 or 4 I belived there wasd a little man in the computer.So I used it often.The End
I used to believe that Power Plant about thirty miles from my house was a cloud factory due to the cooling towers putting forth huge amounts of white steam.
When I was little - my parents would record popular childrens movies that were played on TV so that we could re-watch them.
I used to think that the VCR only worked over night - so you had to go to sleep, and could only watch the program again the next morning.
I used to believe that I could record sound with seashells. I tried recording the Pastor at my parent's church when I was a kid. I tried several times, and finally gave up, dissapointed it wouldn't work. It captured the ocean's sounds, after all!
When I was about five I had (and still have, though I don't use it as much anymore) a Magic School Bus dinosaur game. In it the bus was a time machine and could travel to the age of the dinosaurs. It convinced me that I could build a time machine if I put a timer in a cardboard box and it would work if it was thrown into the air and it would fly to the time of the dinosaurs. So every day I would find the kitchen timer and sit in the box with it and begged my parents to throw me into the sky so I could go back in time but they kept telling me I couldn't but I kept believing I could. Eventually I was able to annoy everyone with this time machine stuff and my mom threatened to take away the Magic School Bus CD. I gave up when my parents finally explained thoroughly why it wasn't possible.
I used to think that installing the Windows operating system would turn your computer into a window! Then you could see the magic bubbles (pixles)that made the pictures on the screen and make your own picture!!(i used to think that as well!)
I used to think that it was only weak lasers that just made a dot of light. I thought that with Reaaly powerful ones, you could see the lazer beam. Then i was told that the readon you could see the beam sometimes was that the test room was full of dust!
When I was about five or so, I remember looking through a catalogue with my friend and finding in it our very own life sized robots! We were so impressed we begged our parents for them (they cost a whole £3.50 each or something). We spent our time planning how we could have our very own robots serve us and do our chores etc. When they finally arrived however, they were a whole 4 inches tall and went round in circles. I remember wanting to have my parents write to the catalogue and complain about false advertising.
When I was very young, I could never figure out how guns worked. Eventually I came to the conclusion that the trigger was one end of a lever which pushed the round down the barrel.
I used to believe that there was a person called Houston that all the astrounats would talk to whenever they were in trouble, then I learned that it was actually the city Houston, Texas. "Houston, we have a problem"
When I was in elementary school, we did lots of things in the computer lab on our Apple Macintoshes. Whenever we could create a new file on them, the file would always be named "Ulited (pronounced YOU-lit-ed)." I thought that there was a giant software company called Ulited out there that made all the programs we used on the computer, and so, whenever we made a new file, the file would be named Ulited in their honor. Although all the files seemed to be credited to different companies, I knew in the end they were all owned by Ulited Corp, who quietly put their mark on all these products by inserting their name into the default file names.
I think I was 11 or 12 before I finally realized that the filename said "Untitled."
I used to believe that if I could get a huge diamond which I could place on top of a thick flashlight, I could create one of those cool, powerful lasers they showed all the time in cartoons.
I used to believe an answering machine was a device that answered ANY questions you asked it, through some kind of magic.
I used to believe the speakers recorded my voice, not a built in microphone. I tried this on every speaker I owned and thought that I only had luck with some of them.
I used to believe that the name of the Commodore 64 home computer was Commandore 64.
I used to think that if you want to write programs in machine code, you need two monitors for your computer: The ordinary one and a machine code monitor.
When I was a kid, I had two computers in my home, an Amiga 500 which uses the common 3 ½ inch floppy disks and a Commodore Colt that takes the older 5 ¼ inch floppy disks. Neither of my two computers back then had hard disk drives so I jumped to the conclusion that the 3 ½ inch disks of the Amiga were all hard disks because they had a much harder surface and were less flexible than the 5 ¼ inch disks. I had over one hundred games for the Amiga and I told some of the teachers at my school that I had a computer with over one hundred hard disks and they were wondering how the heck my family could afford so many hard disks and how I could fit all of the hard disks into my computer. I believed that all 3 ½ inch floppy disks were hard disks until I was 14, when my Info Tech teach set me straight by getting my to write one hundred lines stating that 3 ½ inch disks are floppy disks.
When I was little I knew that if you ran "C:\Con\Con" on a windows 95/98 PC it was mess up the computer. I thought that "C:\Con\Con" was some kind of magic word that would mess up or kill anything you said it to, or wrote on. I was horrified that I might absent-mindedly mumble it to myself or write it on myself. I once had a nightmare that it happened and I died. One die I was fed up with my little brother, so I wrote on his forehead "C:\Con\Con" during his nap, because I knew it was mess up his head. I still write it on things I don't like, it's a force of habit. I'm a nerd.
when i was little (15 now) my cousin had the kind of lamps that u tap to turn on/off and so on. she had me convinced that that she did it with magical powers....i dint learn until 5 years later when my mom bought me one for my birthday!
I grew up in a household that was rather behind-the-times, technologically. When I was in 7th grade (1995-96), the only computer we owned was a hopelessly obsolete old MacIntosh.
So one day in Social Studies class, the teacher asked, "Do any of you know who the richest person in the world is?"
A boy answered, "Bill Gates. He's got, like, fifty billion dollars."
"And who is Bill Gates?"
"The guy who invented Windows."
The guy who invented windows. My first thought was, "Wow! No wonder he's so rich-- I've never seen a house without windows."
My second (slightly more intelligent) thought was, "Wait... The guy who invented windows is still alive? How OLD must he be?!"
I forget how long it took me to realize they were talking about the operating system. I'm glad I didn't say anything out loud-- otherwise they never would've let me move up to 8th grade.