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I believed that time machines actually existed, but only really rich people were allowed to have them. I seriously thought this up until I was about 11 or 12 years old.
For at least a couple of years when my folks told me that Christmas was "just around the corner", I knew which corner they were talking about. It was about five miles from out house. I always looked for Christmas weeks in advance whenever we went around that particular corner.
When I was 3 or 4 some kid in my daycare told me that if I saw the hands on a clock move, the clock would explode. I would stare at clocks for the longest time and never see the hands move (very dissapointing I wanted to see something blow up). It must of been 5 or 6 years later when my mom told me that theres no way a clock would explode like that. I still watch clocks intently (still hoping for an explosion lol!)
I used to believe that every day of the week had its own colour.
Monday was yellow,
Tuesday was lilac,
Wednesday was dark green,
and finally Sunday was blue.
I never knew why, until I got older and realised those were colours used in our TV guide for every day of the week.
Still, to this day whenever I have to make an appointment, I think in "colours".
In fourth grade, my teacher decided to tell us about the four seasons. However, he had an odd sense of humor, and told my class that on the first day of spring, there was a sound like, well, a spring. In the fall, he continued, there was a heavy thud. Being considerably more naive than I am now, I firmly believed this until the middle of fifth grade.
God, I was an idiot.
When i was little i used to believe that i were in the past little and after iwas me again.
When I was young and people would ask what time it was or when it was announced on the radio, they said it was a quarter after or a quarter till the hour, I always thought it ment 25 till or after. I believed this for at least 8-10 years. One day we was to go on a school outing. I showed up at a quater after, and not a sole was in sight, the bus had already left on their field trip. I was disappointed and mad they had left without me. And to top it off, I had no way to get home. The school house doors were all locked. And when I finally found a phone I had no idea what so ever what my phone number was, and yet I knew many other peoples phone numbers. No money, just a check made out to the school for the field trip and I was to get the change for pop, candy, etc... from them. Even though it was only a nickle to make a call, I had no money, no phone number, no ride and I lived about 10 miles out in the country.
I started to cry. After my sob story to a 411 operator, she called my Mom and let me talk to her. She was a nice lady. I felt stupid and hurt.
Calendars are set out so that, at the end of the month, there are some blank boxes in the grid. For example, if May 31 is a Monday and June 1 a Tuesday, there will be a number of blank spaces after Monday 31 and also before Tuesday June 1. When I was 5 or 6, I believed that those were extra days that had no name. I thought it was a totally wasteful way to portion time, because there were all these blank days we had to live through to get to the next month.
My father's family lived in Europe, and I lived in Canada. I couldn't really grasp why time was ahead of ours over there, so I invented a theory that Europe was in the future, and to go there, you had to "time travel".I thought planes were time machines. When my teacher would ask me in the fall where I had gone or what I'd done that summer, I would reply " I traveled in the future to visit my dad's family!"...She must have thought I was crazy!
when i was a child everyone used to talk about the 'good old days' and for years i was convinved that it was an actual period of time
When I was young I used to think that there were two kinds of weeks: The short ones and the longer ones. I remember that in between both of them were the weekends. I simply can't understand why I thought this!
I was told to do things in the "meantime" at school. I used to think the meantime was a season like spring or summer, so i wouldn't do the work and just sat there bemused.
When I was about 10 or 11 years old, that was the first time I had ever paid attention to daylight savings time. It was in spring, so the time went up an hour. I remember sitting on my front porch one day after the time change, realizing that it was nearly 8:00 pm and the sun was still up and being totally amazed by that. Then I started thinking, if the time keeps moving up one of these days its going to be midnight and the sun will be out. I just thought the time kept moving up every year. Anyways I had it expalined to me eventually and learned how daylight savings time really worked. I thought that would have been so cool though. : )
I thought that a year was divided into two parts, the "school year" and "summer break" - they each felt equally long. It wasnt until my sister (damn her) explained otherwise that I realize how short the summerbreak actually was in comparison.
When 1969 turned to 1970 my Dad showed me a calendar and tried to explain days, weeks, months, years and decades. I picked all that up quickly enough but couldn't for the life of me figure out how the four digits representing the year figured into the picture. I thought that the year that was ending had 1,969 days in it and the new year was going to have 1,970 days, and this would just keep going on and on, that every year would get longer. But adults were always saying "Every year seems to get shorter." I was totally flummoxed until this was properly explained.
In Australia you can ring a number and it tells you the exact time ... Ala "At the third stroke the time will be 3.31 and 10 seconds.. *boop* *boop* *boop*"
I used to think that was father time... Obviously I was brainwashed by my brother
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.
I started visualizing time as circular from a very young age. I see the days of the week are like segments of a doughnut, with Saturday and Sunday at the top (a little larger than the others) and Wednesday at the bottom. I see the days the same way and also the calendar, with Dec/Jan/Feb at the top. I was in college when we discussed our thoughts about time before I realized that I am not "typical" and that most people have very linear views of time.
As a kid, I believed time moved vertically (up & down), and was somewhere deep, DEEP in the ground or floor. If you wished to peek at the future, or "tomorrow", you could dig into the dirt in the yard, and if you went far enough down, the next day would be there, ready to go!
well, to understand that u might have to know some greek but i ll explain anyway: in greek there are two words: "ura" meaning tail and "ora" meaning hour. so a friend'mum used to tell her that she would sleep for an hour (ora) but she thought she heard ura (tail)!! she grew up believing that time is counted in tails (ura)!!!