the past

I used to believe that at the time of film in black & white, people lived without color. At the start, I thought there was any color, so they can't differenciate the color between food, clothes or even hair.
I think it was weird to see movies in black & white but live in color. Now I know that they didn't live in black & white and juste didn't have the technique in the 20th Century.

when I was little girl, I used to believe that at the time of black and white pictures, people lived without color, I discovered the cameras that were doing
black and white photos thanks to my grandmother,I didn't believe in this story and the life is cool with the color !

I thought parents only said, "Go to your room!" in the 1950s.

I also believed that guerrilla warfare was against real gorillas during the Vietnam war! This was also the time that the Planet of the Apes movies came out which just reinforced that belief!

When I was small, I used to believe the people were in black and white in 1950

I used to believe the world was all black and white, because of old black and white tv shows my parents watched like Andy Griffith. One day I saw that Andy Griffith was in color so I naturally assumed that sometime when that show was aired color began to come into the world. I asked my parents what year Andy Griffith came out and thought that it was the same year that color came into the world.

I thought Bonnie and Clyde were fictional characters.

I thought a "fallen soldier" was one who'd tripped and fallen during a battle.

When I was about 10 years old John Lennon was assassinated. I did not know who John Lennon was (though I did know of the rock band, the Beatles). In school we had recently learned about the Russian communist dictator Vladimir Lenin, and that's who I thought had died. I wondered why everyone was so sad about such a bad man dying, and thought maybe he had changed his ways, or maybe he wasn't as bad as the teacher thought. I also thought it was weird that he hadn't died yet. I would have thought he'd died years and years ago.

When i was a boy i used to believe at the time of
black and white,i believed the people live in black and white

I used to believe in a sudden end of the world

Fortunately, the first time my grandpa mentioned "guerrillas" in Central America to me, he explained that they "weren't like gorillas at the zoo", they were people, and it was spelled differently, so I didn't have that confusion.

But when I heard someone mention "guerrilla tactics" in a cartoon, I thought it meant fighting like a gorilla-- beating your chest and all of that.

When I was little, no one wanted to tell me about the concept of war and what is actually is, which is, let's face it, a bunch of people killing each other over things that were way too complicated for a kid to know anyway. So I thought that war was more like a fight and no one actually had to die. I visualized it like a martial arts tournament and the two sides would fight and then when someone cried "uncle!" it was over in a match, so no one really got hurt and after they counted up the score of winds and loses, it was over. As an advocate for standing up for yourself, I didn't understand why people weren't having these perfectly civilized competitions more often to solve their problems. Even when someone told me that war is about killing everyone on the other side and showed me a picture of a US soldier with a gun in his arm, at first I was confused. "But if everybody kills each other, there won't be any winners or losers, just dead people." Oh man I wish I had been right all along.

I used to believe…

every time I see a black and white movies or documents on TV, I used to think that back in the day everything was black and white. and I was so glad that I wasn't born in those times. and I would say to myself I love the sun I love colors and would feel bad for all people who lived back then without seeing the sun or any colors.

When I was younger, I used to think that a long time ago a people lived in black and white

I used to believe that all autobiographies ended in a string of gibberish because I only ever read biographies of dead people so I assumed that an account of the subject's death was a necessary part of a biography and there was no way someone writing an autobiography would be able to get out the full account of their own death before collapsing at their keyboard.