the past

When I was ickle, I used to think that in the olden days of black and white films and photography, people saw in black and white. And some time in the 1950's people learnt to see in colour.

When I was a kid, I thought that Sectarian violence in Northern Ireland was actually Septarian Violence. I could Never Understand why there was so much trouble between 70 year olds!

When I was (really) young I used to believe that pre-1950's the world and everything in it was black and white because that was what old films and tv looked like.

As a very young child I used to believe that the Army, Air force and Navy all fought each other for a living. One day while visiting an Air Force base, I was shocked to see a lady wearing fatigues, I assumed she was in the Army, and I expected some of the Airmen wearing blue to attack her.

I used to believe that in 'the olden days' the world was black and white.

I used to think that when my parents and grandparents were children the world was black and white because those were the only pictures I ever saw of them. I remember wondering when the world turned to color, but I never asked....

I used to think that people in the middle ages spoke in rhymes (like that scene in the 'Princess Bride'). I must have caught a glimpse of Romeo & Juliet or some Shakespearean movie and thought that Shakespeare's wrote dialogue as poetry because that's the way people actually spoke back in the day.

My mother used to show me pictures from "the old days" that were in black and white. This led me to believe that the whole world was black and whitein "the old days"

When I was young, my parents used to make me go to bed early. Back then we read a lot of old books, like Dickens, and somehow I always figured that people back in the past used to go to bed early, too. Even today, I get a little jolt of surprise when I read old novels and the characters are clearly up after 10 pm or so.

My mother once told me that thinks like fossil ammonites were the
remains of creatures that lived "a long time ago". I tokk this to mean about
a hundred years, and imagined Victorians sharing their world with giant
snails and the like. Not sure about dinosaurs, though.

My mom's maiden name is Duncan, and in school we learned about Duncan I, a Scottish king. So for a long time I went around telling people that my great great great...(I would count out ten "greats" on my fingers) grandfather was a king.

I used to believe…

That my granparents, when they were young, used to see in black & white. When I was six or so, and after watching one of his favourite films (in black & white, of course)with him, I asked my grandfather when he started to see in colour and if it came as a bit of shock. He gave a "convincing" answer. He lived off the story for years.

i grew up in central new york where there were many old barns that were toppeled over, but left there. my undeveloped concept of time led me to believe that the dinosaurs were the ones that destroyed them.

I used to believe that black people couldn't see in color, that everything looked like an episode of "I Love Lucy" to them. That was why they were called black, because they saw in black and white. I never could figure out why I was white and saw color, though.

my friend was told by his mum when he was little that the world was black and white in "the old days", and used to argue constantly with his mum that rainbows obviously hadn't just been invented, as he had seen them before. so that was how he won his arguments.

After the Gulf War, I thought that wars were regularly occuring events, like the Olympics or something. I remember asking my mom, "When is the next war?" like it was already planned out.