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When I heard on the news that some on was shot at gunpoint, I thought "Gunpoint" was a place; I wondered why people kept going to Gunpoint.
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When I heard on the news that some on was shot at gunpoint, I thought "Gunpoint" was a place; I wondered why people kept going to Gunpoint.

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I used to think that Norwich was Britains answer to Las Vegas, all because of the glamourous image projected by Nicholas Parsons and Sale of the Century. Palm trees, big cars, beautiful women.
Sadly, this belief persisted until I was 19 or so, and actually went to Norwich, and found out it was a dump.
When there was a Western movie on telly I wondered why the town of Yonder was always nearby...As in 'Over yonder' or 'he was heading off yonder'. Took me years to work out that America was much bigger than I thought.
I used to think that Chicago was pronounced "Chick-ago". Oh well!
My Dad told us that Bodmin Beacon (a granite war memorial in Cornwall) was Cornwall's "Coal-fired space rocket", and that it just never got off the ground. We believed him.
I always believed that we lived in Manchester (we didn't) but it was always the main place on the local news!
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My mum told my older brother that dogs weren't allowed in London.
I thought the Mountain of Olives was made out of Olives
My wife used to think that mow a meadow was a place
I used to believe that when my Dad went on business trips to America, he could die, because they had cut down all the trees so there was no more oxygen(!).
I used to believe that Great Britain and Ireland were both circular in shape and were in the Southern Hemisphere, near Australia after something my Grandad said about Australia having the Queen as their head of state.
I used to believe that electricity was manufactured in a factory in a place called 'Electriz City'.
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On the first day back at school after the summer break, my cousin was asked where he had been on holiday. "Chicken" he answered. He meant Turkey.
I used to think that Liverpool was so called because the town centre had a big swimming pool full of liver in it. My parents were so amused by this that they didn't correct me for years, wheeling me out at family get-togethers to tell everyone my theory.
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I used to think that Scotland Yard was just a yard in Scotland and couldn't work out why it was on the news all the time.....
My parents told me that if I dug straight downwards, I would get to Australia - so that's what i tried to do.
I used to believe…
That there was an underground tunnel linking New York to San Francisco.
The world was really much smaller than I was being led to believe. In fact my suspicion was that my dad would drive us to my Grandad's house by the most circuitous route possible to give me the impression that it was much further away than it really was. I believed that Britain was probably only about 20 square miles. Worst of all I believed that my dad had told everyone else what he was up to. All just to make me suffer on long boring car journeys - it was so cruel. I was an only child.
My son David thought that Trafalgar Square would be full of chickens. He also thought that any place underground was part of London. (What had I been telling him??)
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Inexplicably, I genuinely believed that if you drove to the end of Holloway Road, you'd eventually arrive at the moon.
I grew up in London and remember seeing lots of cranes and building sites in the city (as there still are). I used to think that one day, London would be completed, and that then all the builders would pack up and go home.