When I was 5 and learned what the calendar was, I thought the end of the calendar was the end of all life. So one day in December when I flipped the calendar and that was the last page, I had the biggest temper tantrum ever. I wasn't ready to die at 5 and didn't understand why the Norman Rockwell painting on the last picture of the last page of the last calendar of life on earth was so happy looking.
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My parents used to scare my little sister and I half to death by saying that if we weren't in bed by 8pm then Wee Willie Winkie would come knocking at our letterbox....we never knew who he was or what he'd do, but hell we were scared!
At about the age of 6 i asked my mother
what day it was. The reply was given in the form of a rather poor gag.
"ITS WEDNESDAY ALL DAY, DEAR"
needless to say the following wednesday i attempted to let my teacher know that i could go home at lunch time because today finished early.
It took me another 23 years to figure out that all days last 24 hours
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When I was 8 I was convinced that I could build a working time machine using a calculator, a carboard box, and a bunch of Dad's junk from the garage. I gave up after 3 days.
I was born in the early 70s. Therefore I assumed that fashion never changed until the 80s came along.
when i was young, when some 1 said time flies, i wondered why there wernt clocks flying aroun
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As a child I could never figure out how people knew what hour it was when people said its 15 past the hour or so on. I thought their was some trick to it.
As a kid, I believed that September was the first month of the year. It was when school started, the new TV shows came out, the new models of cars started being advertised. Made perfect sense to me.
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I was WICKEDLY SCARED when the year changed from 1983 to 1984 (I was 7 years old) because all I ever heard was that 1984 was supposed to be a BAD year.
You know how some calendars have the number of days left in the year and/or the day of the year that is was in the date box (ex: Feb 1 would have a '32' and a '334' in it), well I was CONVINCED from about age 6-8 that one of those numbers meant the number of days until a nuclear war started!
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Up until I was able to actually tell time, I believe that nights were very long. I also believed that sometimes I would sleep for days. Strange.
When I was about 10 years old, I thought that if I raced home from school (which let out at 3:15pm) fast enough, I could get home in time to catch my favorite cartoon starting at 3:00pm. In my mind, the faster I raced home, the more likely I was to get there at 3:00pm.
When I was about 7, I went on holiday and met a scottish girl and we beca,e friends. She said she would ring me when we returned home and I gave her my number. A few days after I came home, she rung and we talked for a while. Foolishly, I thought Scotland and Ireland were that far apart that there was a time difference and asked her what time it was there. I was confused to see my brother and my dad waving their arms and mouthing 'NO' to me and I realised my mistake. So, after she replied 3:30, to save face I told her here in Ireland it was 3:35 and hung up. I never talked to her again!
I used to believe time went by faster if you were asleep or had something you dreaded coming up and it went slower if you were expecting something good or were in a situtaion you waited to get out of (like work). I still believe that to this day.
When I was in the process of learning how to read a clock, I thought that whatever number the second hand was on, that was how many minutes after the hour it was. Like if it was 1:20, I would think it'd be five after one.
I was corrected very quickly about my thinking.
I remember it like it was yesterday: When I was in first grade, my teacher asked the class if anyone could explain what Veteran's Day was. I ever-so-smartly raised my hand and announced that "It's the holiday for all the cat and dog doctors." I couldn't understand why Mrs. Vestea and her assistant were laughing at me.
I couldn't ever figure out why people changed their clocks...You see, in some cartoons, i saw that when they changed the hands on clocks, the sun or moon would move accordingly...I never allowed my mother or father to touch their clocks in my presence...i was about 3 or 4 at the time and very weird...
When I was like 3 or 4, I would share stories with my family, for example, about nursery school. Someone in my family would say something like, "Oh, when did that happen, Marybeth?", and I would be like, "It happened tomorrow", thinking tomorrow meant "yesterday". How funny is that?
When my sister was little she couldn't grasp an understanding of the phrase 'this morning'. Given that it was today, tonight and tomorrow she simply assumed it was called tomorning and continued calling it this for a good number of months!
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When I was little, I was told that the end of the world was going to happen on December 31st, 1999. I'm still here aren't I??? Bwuahahahahahaha!!!!