the world: places

Growing up I had a hard time with the state of Arkansas. I always heard people say the state of Arkansas and I always read about the place "Ar..Kansas" (the second part sounding like the state of Kansas). So I thought there were two different states...the state of Arkansas and the state of "Ar....Kansas". Geez...this one actually threw me off until I was in my late teens (i'm not american so it took me awhile to get that straighten out ).

When I was around three, I was looking at a globe of the earth. My mother told me that there were people on it. I kept imagining all the tiny little people so small that I couldn't see them, spinning or blowing around as I turned the globe. LOL I held onto this for a while.

I was taught in second grade that the earth was flat at the poles. Second grade to Fifth grade i believed that we lived near the poles, because i couldn't see the ground curving.

I live in Michigan, and I was convinced for the longest time that New Jersey (where my grandparents lived) was a different country. I mean, Canada is a different country and New Jersey was waaaay more different from Michigan than Toronto is.

when i was child i belive that everything is created in a mega factory in china , and also i dont think that china was a country i think that china is a factory in Ecuador

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 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(!).

My wife used to think that mow a meadow was a place

when i was about 4-6, i thought australia and america where the same place.

When I was a kid, we went on a field trip to the downtown area of where we lived. Our teacher was telling us that all of the places we were visiting would turn up the heat for us or something of that nature, but I somehow thought that the city was going to heat the whole downtown. I remember telling my parents this and wondering why they were laughing.

When I was a kid, I had heard that China was on the other side of the world. I lived in a valley, with hills on both sides, and I thought China was on the other side of those hills.

When I was four or five, I used to hear people talk about the BIG C. They meant the concrete letter C in the Berkeley Hills, (for the University of California) but, because we lived near the bay and several miles away, the hills looked bluish to me, and I thought they were part of the Big Sea.

As a kid growing up in the Jersey suburbs, I thought that because New York and Newark had similar sounding names, they must be in the opposite direction from each other.

I moved to Los Angeles from the midwest when I was 18, and was thrilled to hear reports on the radio about surfing conditions. But I always wondered where Port AuVere was located. I was 27 before I realized he was saying waves were "poor to fair."

I grew up in a small (pop. 369) village in central Illinois. My parents and I often took Sunday rides in the country. Every once in awhile my dad would say, "Today we'll go to Podunk; if we can find it." We never did find Podunck because Podunk did not exist (kinda like Kilroy). Dad said he had two friends who lived there; John Harvey D. C. V. Morecroppy and The Haythackers. Well, once in a while I still look for Podunk, and one day I think I saw the water tower!

I used to believe the end of the road where my Grandma lived was the end of the world. It was a dead-end and disappeared into sand dunes and stunted bushes adjacent to the sea; at night in bed I fancied I could hear the wailing of unfortunates who ventured there. It`s all built up now, of course, but I still have an uneasy feeling .....!!!!