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When I was in kindergarten, my teacher used to play records to the class. One taught the days of the week, but for some reason (I suspect it must have been to confuse little kids), the song started with Monday. So, naturally, I thought all the calendars were wrong. I went home and tried to convince my mother that Sunday was the last day of the week.
I thought that the higher the number of your birth year, the older you were. Bigger numbers (year)= bigger numbers (age). So, I just knew that someday, since my birth year was less than my brother's birth year, somehow, he was older than me.
I used to think that if you turned back the hands on a clock, you would go younger until you were a little baby. I didn't want to be a little baby and I did not want to die so I put a stick in front of every clock's hands I could see. For a few weeks, my mum would keep on removing the sticks and I would put them back again! She wondered where all the sticks came from! I really thought that I could stop myself from aging!
I used to believe that everyone lived until 100 years old, then dropped dead on the spot.
I was also told that every second, a baby is born. And every two seconds, someone dies (both are true i think).
I used to spend countless hours going:
when i was a kid I thought that one week was one day!
I used to believe that there were only two years: 1990, and 1991. They just cycled, over and over. I remember one time my teacher asked me what year it would be next year, and I promptly responded "1990!" (it was 1991 at the time, of course). Everyone in the class laughed at me and the teacher looked at me like I had drank stupid juice that morning, or something.
when iwas young say 5 or 6 i belived thatevery day at twelve o'clock was snack time so when i went to bed i set my clock to 12 midnight
When I was in kindergarten and we were learning about the days of the week, the teacher asked us how many days there were in the week. I said, "Five." I figured that weekends didn't count as part of the WEEK, because they were weekENDS.
I thot that evin tho ther was 60sec in a minit, and a number uv minits wood be that much multiply bi 60sec (like 2min=120sec,10min=600sec), that ther was 1 exseption made for only 1min, wich was 10sec insted uv 60sec.
I thought that the world would end at year 2000, or all the buildings in the world would suddenly get very high-tech.
Around the age of 5, I believed that as the years progressed, that we would eventually find ourselves back in olden times (with horses and carriages, etc.).
When I was little I didn't see the difference between days and weeks. So one day I told my friends
I was going to the town where my Grandparents live called Deep River for 2 days. What I really meant was two weeks. Two days after I left they started to worry and thought that I drowned in a deep river and died...they were all very suprised when I came back alive two weeks later!
On 1992-93 new year's eve, I thought everyone in the world would turn 93 years old at midnight, so then I cried because I thought people used to die at 100 years old.
In kindergarden my friend told me that there were 24 hours in the day and 15 hours in the night.
When I was 4 I coudn't quite grasp how hours and half hours worked. I judged all time by how many Scooby Doo shows could fit in. A drive to chicago took an overwhelming 10 Scooby Doo's!!!!
I used to believe that each country had a different decade or time. Sort of like Disneyland. For example, when I went to London with my mother I thought that it was the early 1900s. Mostly because we visited in my Grandma's house which was made in 1912. I also thought that in Africa it was the Stone Age, because I had seen pictures of people in loincloths. I thought that it was the 1800s in France, and so on. I thought that California (where I lived) was the "modern" age were everything was current.
I was really shocked to learn that people in Africa had cars....and that they were not cave men.
when i was a kid i thought that there were 100 minutes in an hour
Regretably, my parents taught me to tell time at the age of 4. I used to move the hands on the clock to 8:00 to make Sesame Street come on. I got busted and they had to explain that time doesn't work like that.
After reading the back of my new watch I'd received for my seventh birthday I remember saying to my Dad, 'Dad, I know what water resistant means, but what is shock resistant?' He replied 'It's so your watch won't break if you stare at it for too long'.
It wasn't until I wondered (many years later) how my watch knew whether or not I was looking at it did I understand, I had cruel parents!!
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.