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I remember having a heated argument with my family, contending that the declaration of independence was signed in 1767.
I don't seem to do a good job explaining things in an understandable fashion to small children. When my first child at the age of 4, watched Jerrassic Park with his father (while I was not present, obviously) and was quite shaken up by it, I tried to explain "extinct," while silently cursing my ex-husband for having been such a nimrod to let him watch it and leave me to deal with the trauma. After many failed attempts, I broke out the paleoentology book showing a Mammoth skeleton and explained that scientists dug up the bones from the ground and put them back together and from there they GUESS how the animal looked. This discussion led into how movie makers created animatronic dinosaurs for the movie and they didn't use real dinosaurs.
At bed time every night my son would run down his usual list of fears, seeking reassurance from me about each by stating, for example, "No thunder?" I would assure him who slept like a log, "no thunder." But I noticed, his list now included, "No dinosaurs in our yard?" I wasn't sure what he was afraid of but assumed none of my explanations had made any sense to him what-so-ever and just assured him, "No dinosaurs in our yard."
Years later, my son found a drawing I had done of a window with a gigantic dinosaur eye looking in at you, the viewer. He asked me what it was about. I told him about his "no dinosaurs in our yard," fear. He laughed and said that my attempts to explain paleoentology and animatronics to him, had him believing that dinosaurs were buried all over, everywhere, including our yard and could come up out of the ground at any moment in that T-Rex skeleton pose and materialize into the kind of dinosaurs Steven Spielburg caught and trained for his movie.
i used to think che guevera was a venazualen vegitarian.dunno why becuse of the name
I used to believe the Elgin marbles were actual huge round marbles ... as opposed to carvings from antiquity. This was until fairly recently.
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.