i used to beleive that there was no particular order to the days of the week...that somehow people just 'knew' what day was what...that somehow i was missing some kind of special ability that everyone else had...
I used to think "Soon" meant "later" and the sooner something was gonna happen, the further into the future it was.
One day I asked my dad when He had to leave and he said "Soon." I responded with a hearty "YAAAAAY!"
It was less of a belief than a conviction. I felt strongly that Thursday *should* follow Tuesday with no intervening Wednesday (Tue - Two, Thur - Third) and that the entire world was making a foolish, illogical error. I remember telling my mom that when I grew up and had a daughter, I would teacher her that Thursday followed Tuesday because that was the right way. My mother pointed out that if my future daughter had any Wednesday appointments she would show up on a different day, but I did not care because she would be *right.*
When I was young, I believed that hours were square. Come to think of it, no one's ever proved to me that they're not.
When I was a child, I was of the belief that if you pointed a video camera at a tv (creating an infinate loop in the picture) and stood between them, you would be able to travel in time.
I knew that B.C. meant "Before Christ" so that was time before His birth. But I thought that A.D. was "After Death" which meant anything after Christ was crucified. For many years I did not know what to do with those 33 or so years in between!
I used to believe that there were 48 hours in a day. I knew that a day was divided into day and night; so I assumed that if there were 24 hours in a day, there must be 24 hours in a night as well. Thus, I was misled into believing that one day had a total of 48 hours. Of course, I was corrected later when I told someone that I slept an average of 32 hours a night. And this is why I am majoring in math and not English.
My auntie asked me when I was younger to go to the living room while she was cooking for us to see what time it was. I didn't argue and went to look at the clock and came back to report that it was 7 o'clock. I think it was about midday. I just didn't know how to read time yet and the people on tv always said it was 7 o'clock.
As a very small child, I asked my mother what tomorrow was--meaning the concept. She told me tomorrow was Friday. Several weeks and three days later, proud of my new knowledge, I announced to her that "tomorrow is Friday." "No," she said. "Tomorrow is Monday." This thoroughly threw me.
i used to have a hard time when i was trying to learn how to read a real clock. my theory was that if an hour is longer than a minute, then the long hand was the hour and the short one for minutes. i was always late comming home... of really early.