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In Denmark (where I grew up) a calculator is called something that would translate back into "Pocket Calculator".
Because of this I often wondered as a child, how such a device could calculate the contents of my pockets.
In our old microwave, there was a square place where the light/heat came from (I guess it was the heat) that was really bright. Well I thought if I talked to it I could talk to people in Heaven. So whenever I heated something, I'd start talking to my deceased grandfather.
When I was about 9 or 10, I heard about the Internet. I thought that when you bought things off the internet, you had a little box attached to your computer with a hole and you'd drop coins in the hole, and when you'd put in enough money, they'd send whatever you bought to you.
I remember hearing paedophile on the news a lot and I became familiar with computers while i was young. I honestly believed the PDF was short for pedophile since file is pbviously connected to documents.
e.g. I'll attach a pedophile to the email.
When I was three years old, my parents got me a Casio keyboard that had a variety of different instruments to choose from... leading me to believe that all music came from keyboards, and that violins, flutes, and the like didn't REALLY work (they didn't have any keys!)
I used to believe that when drawing with something like ms paint on your computer and using lots of colors, the computer would eventually run out of colors and you'd have to buy new colors from the store. Much like you have to do with printers.
i used to think that it you kept the volume off on the teleivision set. it would explode.
When I was little, I thought there were tiny cameras everywhere and they belonged to the government.
i used to think that telephone poles stored energy in them and whenever someone was working on them it meant the pole had run empty and they were filling it back up.
I used to believe that there were bees inside of vaccuum cleaners, and that's why they buzzd so much. I was terrified of them, believing that I could be sucked into the vaccuum cleaner with all of the bees.
I started using computers at a relatively young age(mind you I'm only 13 or 14 at the moment), probably since I was 4 or 5. My brother had put a bunch of odd fonts on the PC, and there were ones named after people in the form of handwriting, so I was convinced that these people had done something wrong and were put into my PC to write for me for all eternity.
We were told - in the mid 60s when the new 10 speed "English Racer" bikes came to America - that you had to perform some complicated 'back pedal' manuever to get it to shift. and that it was impossible to master unless you were British and an expert biker.
I used to believe that if you touched that pink insulation stuff with even one finger all your skin would peel off your entire body. I think some older kids told me.
I used to believe that calculators stopped time and we didn't notice in order to process math problems so fast.
At some point in my childhood, I remember thinking that Pink was a new colour that had been invented... I really believed I hadn't seen it before.
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 there were millions of little hampsters on running wheels in order to supply us with electricity.
I think Saturday morning cartoons instilled this in me.
I used to believe that video tapes would have in them, whatever you write on the label so I wrote down all my favourite shows on videos at the time.
However, when I played them, they didn't work.
I used to believe fax machines instantly teleported a piece of paper to who ever you wanted.
I used to believe that "dead" batteries were once alive, and so when my parents would try to throw them away, I would cry and insist that they get a proper funeral.