time

When I was little I had a common belief. My mom would say "wait five minutes! So I would count...... 1.....2.....3....4......5!!!! Okay mom! It's been five minutes! It's stupid, really.

I was always mystified at how adults told time when I was little. My mom would ask my dad what time it was, and dad would respond saying "quarter after" or "ten of", but he never said the hour. I never knew how my mom knew what he was talking about. To further my confusion, one day (after I learned how to read a clock) my mom asked me what time it was and I said "quarter past", and she asked me which hour! I though adults had some type of ESP or something that kids didn't, because she didn't know which hour I was talking about.

When I was about 10 I used to believe that when I was in school the world would wait until I got home before starting. One day I went to the doctor during school time and realised that the world carried on without me.

I used to count a minute as counting to 100. But to count to say, 6 minutes, i would count to 100 skipping 6, and then count 6 right after 100.

I used to believe that some days changed in the middle of the day. I would ask my Mom what day it was and she would reply with something like, "It's Friday...all day." Thus, my belief that some days stayed the same day all day and others changed mid-way.

when i was younger, i thought that independance day (4 of july) actualy ment you had to be independant and not bother your parents!! tee-hee. they sure were happy.

I used to believe that Memorial Day was actually "Oreo Day." Every year when I was told it was Memorial Day, I would expectantly wait for my parents to give my an oreo, in celebration of the holiday, though they never did.

i dunno why cos i always knew about tuesday and thursday but i remember i used to think the week days went

monday
yesterday
wednesday
tomorrow
friday
saturday
sunday

guess i must've learnt the terms yesterday/tomorrow on a wednesday!!!!

I used to think that when my granpa said a clock was fast he meant it was ticking faster. I kept trying to put one clock to each ear to hear if one was faster than the other. I thought he was amazing to be able to tell.

I used to think that if I held my breath, closed my eyes, plugged my ears with my hands, and remained completly still, that time all around me would stop... Stop laughing, it could have worked.

I used to think that a quarter-past the hour meant 25 minutes past the hour- becasue a quarter was 25 cents, so a quarter of an hour would be 25 minutes.

In 1999 my older brother told me that in the year 2000 all the computers would go down, all the planes in the sky would crash (right on my street... of course), and all the animals would escape from the zoo and giraffes and elephants would be running down the streets. On New Year's Eve I was so scared I could barely think straight! He also told me that the world would end in 1998. I got so upset and wasted another New Year's Eve worrying.

When I was little, I used to think that there were only 4 minutes to the hour: Like, 3:00, 3:15, 3:30, and 3:45, and then it would be 4:00 and it would start over again. And I got kinda confused one time when I looked at the digital clock and it said 3:16 on it. I was thinking, "What's going on? Something's not right here..."

When I was little i thought that seconds were so fast that you couldn't count them.

When I was 6-9, my parents and I were in horseback riding lessons. We went every Sunday afternoon, even in the middle of winter (I live in Canada, you realize). We all had to go one at a time, so our lessons took up the entire afternoon.

The first year, it was, indeed, the middle of winter and wasn't dressed warm enough. I had gone first, so I had to wait outside for my parents to finish. I was frozen down to the bone! To pass the time, I discovered a way to explain why it seemed like that two hours was so long:

A second is a minute, a minute is an hour, an hour is a day, etc. up to "a millenium is a billenium".

From then until I stopped riding, I thought that that was how time worked when it was cold outside.

I used to believe that if I concentrated very hard, I could skip a few years and go directly to high school, or some such thing, kind of like in movies. I was always dissapointed when it never worked, and often ended up with a rather large headache.