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i used to believe that the purpose of bombs dropped from planes was so they would land on people pinning them to the ground preventing them from getting up.i suppose in a way it is.
I used to think the world wars were called gold wars and that the civil was was the silver war. this was until i was about 7
I used to think that world wars's were called war wars. So then World War II became War War II.
I used to believe that I could stop the war in Vietnam by running out between the fighting sides. I didn't think that they would shoot a child. I then thought that I could get them to sit down and talk about it reasonably and work thinks out in a peaceable fashion.
When I was 10, there was a fireworks show outsie my house. I asked what was happening, and my sister told me that we were being bombed by iraqis. It scared the crap out for the rest of the night and I cried until my mom finally told me otherwise.
when I was growing up there was alot of talk about the cold war and the iron curtain....i could never understand this....how could there be an iron curtain??? what did they hang it from?? lol...and the cold war??? was it just cold there??? or was it about being sick with a cold??? was always strange to me...lol
When we were little, my sister was unclear on the concept of "battlefields". She thought that a battlefield was a designated location where two opposing armies would have to go when they wanted to fight.
One day, she was playing with her Legos and my little green army men, when she had an idea: she took one of the flat green Lego sheets, mounted it on wheels, and stuck a towing attachment to the front, so that she could hook it up to her Lego truck, and proudly presented it to me, this innovation that promised to revolutionize military tactics forever: the portable battlefield! No more would armies be forced to miss fighting potentially decisive battles due to the lack of a convenient battlefield! They could just carry their own wherever they went!
The fact that I almost fell out of my chair laughing when she showed me this didn't discourage her in the least, and she went right on playing with her portable battlefield until her next inspiration struck, which had something to do with shaving off all of Barbie's hair.
In the early 50's when I was in the early elementary school years we had bomb drills in school where we closed the blinds and got under our desks - I thought we closed the blinds so the bombers would think no one was there and hid under the desks in case they came in just to make sure no one was there.
I used to think the civil war was fought by the Confederacy and the Union (like the Food that makes you cry) Soldiers
When I was annfant my mother wished to keep me away from an electricity sub-station by telling me that the bogey man lived there. It had the opposite effect to that intended, as I thought that the bogey man sounded nice, and I would go up to the sub-station to try to attract his attention.
Another thing: I was born in World War II, and my father was called up for army service. After the war i remember my mother saying to my father at one breakfast 'If there's another war you're not going in it!' I asked why. 'He might get killed', she said. Who would kill him, I asked. 'Some nasty men', she replied. As I had visited my father while he was stationed near the sea, I somehow thought that the war was a cave, and these nasty men lurked in a corner.
when i was ten i was in the classroom with my teacher and some kids rushed in and excitedly announced that we were all going to die on sunday because some guy was going to blow up the world. i was terrified and criwed about it all the time, no matter how many times my mum tried to reassure me, explaining that they'd just overheard something on the news about saddam hussein and nuclear weapons. i was convinced that the world was going to blow up right up until sunday.
I grew up in the 80's, and there were a lot of post-apocalyptic movies around, like Mad Max, Threads, and The Day After. I firmly believed that the "end of the world as we knew it" was just around the corner. My school uniform was green, and I thought the school had picked the colour so that after the fall of civilisation us kids would blend into trees better, have a better chance of evading Mad Max-style slavers, and maybe survive. On the special days we were allowed to wear street clothes to school I never would, as I just KNEW that'd be the day nuclear war broke out (somehow I never thought about it happening on a weekend or holiday). Aged 13 I changed to a school with a blue uniform, and I was really worried about my future survival. I was a lonely, strange kid, but learned alot about being self-sufficient just in case.
From a very young age, I knew my Dad's best friend had been injured in 'the war'. I studied the man at length, and very innocently deduced that he must have swallowed a grenade to keep all his fellow soldiers safe. It wasn't until I was about 12 years old that I realized he just had an enormous beer gut.
When I was little, I was afraid of planes flying over the house, because I thought that WW2 was still going on and the Nazis were going to bomb my house. No matter how many times my parents reassured me that WW2 was over, and Germany never invaded/bombed the U.S., I was still afraid for at least a few months.
When I was five or six, the United States was engaged in the First [Persian] Gulf War. However, in general conversation my parents only ever referred to it as the "Gulf War" which led me to believe that the United States was fighting Saddam Hussein in the Gulf of Mexico, off the coast of Florida. I was deathly afraid that Saddam and Company were going to invade the United States and enslave us all.
i used to believe that if there were bombings, that the world will split in half..
When I was in third grade, we read about Sadako and the thousand paper cranes. From then on, I was worried that the USA was going to nuke Canada, where I live.
I used to think that the world could end at any second from a nuclear attack and I would even lie awake at night, worrying and crying about it. When I asked my Dad if we could at least get some prior notice, and he said yes, that really reassured me, and the thought never bothered me again. Wierd--as long as we would get some prior notice, it didn't scare me as much.
When I was about 7 I remember proudly telling my teacher that my grandparents and only one or two other people were the only ones who survived WW2.
When I first heard of World War II, stupid enough, I didn't realise World War I existed before it, so I always say World War instead of pointing out which one. Then I got questioned in a history lesson "which one?" I answered grumpily, "world war II, DUH!!"