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One of my very first memories is of the time my mother took me to have my picture taken at JC Pennys. I was two years old. There were all these pictures of children all over the walls and I thought that when my picture was taken I would be forever stuck in that picture. I couldn't understand why my mother would leave me there in that picture. She didn't end up leaving me so I thought she changed her mind. It seemed like it was a long time before I understood what having my picture taken really meant.
My father had me beleving that in every electronic device, such as televisions and keypads. Lived a little Japanese man who controlled everything in that particular device. And made things happen depending on what button you pressed.
I used to think that when I moved the mouse around on the mouse pad, I was giving the computer a massage.
When i was little, about 3 or 4, I believed that if you started taping a TV show on the VCR, it didn't matter where you started recording it, you could always rewind it back to the beginning.
Whenever I missed the start of a program I wanted to watch I would ask my Dad to tape it and he would say 'there's no point, you've already missed some of it' and I would reply 'no Daddy, tape it and then wind it back to the start!'. Then he would say I couldn't, and I would shout 'YES DADDY, WIND IT!'
I was an odd child. Mind you, I haven't really changed, but now I am quite good with computer, DVD players etc.!
in the early 1970's my parents had a digital clock radio. the numbers flipped over to change. i thought there was a very tiny monkey inside who painted each number. it took him exactly 60 seconds to paint each number, except when the hour changed and he had to rush to paint all the new numbers in time.
'Mole machines' is what me and my brother used to call them. You see them in Thunderbirds, any film about Victorians tunnelling trying to find the core of the Earth, and lots of cartoons. They're basically cylinders with giant screws on the front and they burrow through soil, rock, or the white-hot core of the planet at about fifteen miles an hour.
I knew not everything you saw on TV existed in real life, but I saw these things on too many different shows and films for it to be a coincidence. So Mole Machines must be real, I deduced, and I hoped fervently to ride in one when I was a grown up. Big disappointment.
I was delighted to see a Mole Machine pop up in The Incredibles. Maybe a whole new generation of kids will see them as a viable transport option.
I used to seeing modem used for internet connection in my home early from my days of childhood.I used to believe(nope I should correct it as "I used to wonder)how my dad used to browse the web by simply connecting the modem a "white bulky box" ... n' to add to it he was able to do this even when there was no power supply!!!
This one is about my sister. She is 22 and I am 20. Last year I started working at an office so I had access to all the cool office things like copiers and fax machines. My sister had never used a fax machine before since we never had access to one. One day she needed to fill out paper work for her job and send it to them. My mom suggested she fax it instead of sending it so she came to my work so I could fax it for her. Before I faxed it I mentioned that since it was an important document they might need the real copy. My sister looked at me blankly and said,
"Why won't they get the real copy."
That's when I realised that my sister was under the impression that a fax machine was like a transporter. I couldn't stop laughing as I explained to her how they really worked. I think she was dissapointed.
I used to believe that FAX send real papers.
I thought that FAX documents went through the electric line. No one told me the structure of FAX.
You know that sort of windy noise in the telephone, like if you had a bad connection, or you'd hear it after you hung up? I used to think it was caused by the wind blowing through the telephone wires.
I used to believe that if you splashed water on an electrical outlet or on a light switch sparks would fly out. I got this idea from being told never to turn on or off a light switch with wet hands. I used to shake my hands off in the direction of the light switch anyway before drying them with a towel, because I thought it would be cool if sparks did come out.
I used to think that giant electricity generating windmills were actually giant propellers that kept the earth spinning in the right direction.
i used to believe that when you faxed, the paper would shrink and go through the telerhone wires to the other fax machine.
when i was little i used to belive that all photographs had infinite detail and that if u got a microscope u could look in windows and that kind of stuff.
I used to believe that photocopy machines contained special rubber stamps with every possible text or image they might ever need to reproduce, so it was just a simple matter of the machine picking the right stamp.
when I was younger, I used to think that CD's had the artists inside of it and whatever song you picked they would have to perform it. I was obsessed with the spice girls, but felt mean if I made them play a song too many times, I barelly listened to their CD's. But I hated the backstreet boys so I played 1 song over and over just to make them get worn out. I was a little cookoo.
I used to believe that nuclear power stations consisted of a giant room where they set off nuclear bombs, then siphoned off the energy from the explosions. Therefore the main danger of these power stations was that the giant room might be unable to hold in the explosion.
I used to belive that if one could manage to put a camera in front of the eye of an animal one would discover what things looked like for the animal when developping the film.
When I was about six, I had a friend visiting from Miami that really liked a certain purple bracelet I had. On the day she was leaving, she asked me for it, and I wanted to give it to her, but I only had one of them. I thought I would be clever, keep mine, and make a duplicate for her...in my grandparent's copy machine. Much to my dismay that this huge machine only gave me a black and white picture of the purple bracelet. My friend wasn't impressed. Sadly, Xerox machines are not omnipotent. But I really thought it would work.
I used to believe that the thing the doctor looked in your ear through was actually a camera, kind of like a digital camera, that could store pictures of the inside of your ear on its "screen". I used to get really mad because he'd let my parents see the "pictures" but not me.