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When I was six or so I first learned the story of Robin Hood, only I misunderstood one vital point: I thought that King Richard had gone off not on the Crusades, but rather an actual cruise. I didn't understand why everyone thought Prince John was such a bad man because I'd be angry, too if my brother went off on holiday and left me home alone!
When I was litle I thought Andrew Jackson was a famous historic black man, since his last name was Jackson, and Michael Jackson was black.
I thought I had found real dinosaur bones in my grandmothers backyard. I had 5 or 6 put away in a drawer that was only for dinosaur bones. I felt privilaged because I had things that museums would have.
Really I was just finding steak bones my grandmom put out there for me to find.
I used to believe that the dinosaurs died out a year before i was born so I would always ask older people what the dinosaurs were like. I think they were offended
When I was little I had heard that the Roman Emperor Nero fiddled while Rome was burning. So I thought that he litterarally just sat around playing his fiddle while Rome was destroyed.
I think it's because of several cartoons that portrayed Nero as a fiddler that I developed this belief.
As a child, whenever I heard someone speak of Wyatt Earp, I thought they were saying "Wide Earp". So I thought this Earp guy must have been at least rather fat, and that was why he was called "Wide".
I used to think that the Marc Anthony that is married to Jennifer Lopez, was the same one that was married to Cleopatra.
I used to think that Sinn Fein was just one person. When i read history books i used to think that this man called Sinn Fein must be really fit for his age cause he had been around for a long time.
when i was around 4 i used to believe that at some times in history and in some countries music would suddenly start playing out of nowhere and for because that's what always happened on films and tv programmes.
When I was very young, I remember my father and his twin brother would swim with my cousins and I and we all would play Marco Polo. Mainly because my dad and uncle played it together I always believed that Marco Polo was two people. Twin brothers, one named Marco and the other was Polo, and that they were always getting lost and separated from one another.
When I was very young I thought that "B.C." stood for "Before Cloth." Prior to that time, I imagined everybody was running around wearing animal skins because they didn't know how to weave textiles yet.
When I was in grade school we sang a song about the Erie Canal. I thought the Erie Canal was still in use until I moved to New York at age 24. Now I drive down Erie Boulevard, where it used to be.
When I was much younger my family visited Monticello on a trip to Virgina. This was way before I learned any American history in school. Anyways, I distinctly remember that during the guided tour I kept insisting to my parents that Thomas Jefferson was just upstairs asleep. I have no idea why I was so convinced he was still around... I guess I hadn't had any experience with death yet. I was POSITIVE that he was in the house and just didn't want to see us (forget trying to make me understand he would be hundreds of years old). I guess I just assumed that since it was house someone lived there. The concept of a museum celebrating an important figure in American History was lost on me. A few years later we went to the Hermitage. Seeing Andrew Jackson impersonator walking around the grounds there didn't help matters much either.
Until I was in High School, I really thought that the "underground railroad" was under the ground.
I used to believe that Davey Crockett was a wonderful, gentle frontiersman, just like they portrayed him on the Wonderful World of Disney. I recently found out that he killed MANY Indians! Interesting how Disney left that part out. I don't care for Davey Crockett anymore. Maybe I was confused because Fess Parker also played Daniel Boone.
In my history class, I was taught that the Native Americans smoked fish. My parents were both smokers, so I had a clear image in my head of people putting a fish tail in their mouth and lighting up the head.
I used to believe that in Texas and California and Idaho they still had slavery, becuase my 1st grade teacher had told us that slavery didn't exist anymore, except fro in some "very far away places." Those were the farthest-away places I could think of then. So funny!
At some point between the ages of 3 and 6, when I first learned about slavery, I thought that black people were still slaves. This belief was compounded by the fact that I live in a suburban Minnesota neighborhood where there were basically no black people to tell me I was wrong. Fortunately, I found out when I told my mom that I thought that making black people be slaves was mean, and that they should stop. She set the story straight before I ran into any trouble, because Minnesota is so white that the only black people I had ever seen at that point were on television. I was kinda embarassed, seeing as how I just asked her if she remembered back when the dinosaurs were still around.
When I was a little kid in the early 90s, I really liked the albums from the 60s my family had and I read all about the hippies and stuff. I figured, in my innocent little mind, that the 60s was when cool was invented, and if you became a hippie in the 60s, you never had grow up, and you stayed cool by evolving with the decades. So that meant that the people who were hippies in the 60s/early70s were also the same people at the disco in the late 70s, then the punks/new wavers/whater was cool in the 80s, and now (meaning 1993) they were the skateboarders or grunge rockers or something. This also explains why I did not beleive my parents saying they were involved in anythin g in the 60s since they were old and never did anything fun.
I used to believe that a childs life was a warm fuzzy, always happy one, having always lived on a small farm in Illinois. Then one day I went to the movies with my mother and father. Seen the huge bombs falling like rain on the German, English, Japanese towns,just to name a few in the world at that time. "Where do the kids go Dad?" He never answered me. I never seen life in the same happy eyes again.