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When i was young, my mother told me "when you see 11:11 on a clock it means somebody somewhere is thinking about you at that moment".
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.
As a kid in the mid 80's I used to watch 'Towards 2000' on the telly (later to become 'Beyond 2000')- I couldn't wait till New Years Day, 2000 when I would wake up, look out my window and every one of these fantastic inventions was suddenly just 'there'. Terribly exciting stuff...
When I was little, my mom was trying to get me to go to bed early (I must've been cranky). I protested, saying that it was still light out. She explained that the Earth had stopped rotating for a little bit, and it was actually very late. For years after that I thought that the Earth just periodically stopped turning, then started up again the next day.
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!
When I was around six or seven years old my mom would always make me attend Sunday School. I hated sitting there for what seemed hours, bored out of my mind. Every sunday, however, I asked my mom how long Sunday School was going to last, she would reply "A short hour" leaving me to believe that there were two versions of an hour, a long and a short one.
I also went to daycare and one day asked a teacher when lunch was, she told me it would be ready in an hour. I then asked, "A long or a short hour?" all the teachers looked at me weird and started laughing at me. My mom and I still have a good laugh at this story.
When I was 6 or so, I had months and years reveresed in my head (ie: 12 years in one month). So when I was told Christmas was 3 months away, I was horrified at the thought that I wouldn't get another gift till I was nine.
My mom told me one day, "No Nintendo for an hour." I was 5at the time and I couldn't read a clock or for that matter understand a clock's simple function. That hour was the longest hour of my life! I was always running back into the kitchen to look at the oven clock. It said 2:01 so I thought that the 1 meant my hour was up so I could play Nintendo now. I bugged my mom about then she had to explain to me, "the 2 is the hour and the 1 is the minute." Oh great now I have the minutes to think about too?!?! I thought my mother was tricking me and that the minutes would move up and down having no effect to the hour indicator.
When I was about 4 or 5, I always kept asking my mother when it was time for me to go to bed:Mommy, when is tomorrow?? And she kept answering that if I go to sleep right away, when I wake up it will be tomorrow. When i woke up the next morning I would always ask: Is now tomorrow??
It made sence then!!!
I used to believe that if a movie shows a character from, say, age of 7 as a child and then later shows him as an adult of, say, age 27 .... the movie-makers had to film him when he was 7, then wait another 20 years for him to grow up and continue filming the rest of the story. And so on.
I used to believe that the guy announcing the time on my old multi-band radio actually sat in front of a microphone and read it out loud every few seconds. I always wondered how he could do it without ever eating, sleeping or going to the bathroom.
Growing up in the Sacramento, California area, it was explained to me that New York was three hours ahead because the sun rose and set earlier there, since they were on the east coast. I knew that San Francisco was a little further west than Sac, so the sun would set a few minutes later there compared to Sac. Therefore, ther must be a few minutes time difference between SF and Sac. For some reason, I thought it was a continual time zone change across the U.S. based on the sun, not broken into time zones like "eastern," "central," "mountain," and "pacific." (Air travel is tough enough as it is, can you imagine if this was the case?)
I used to think that a "New York Minute" was another form of time measurement, like an inch compared to a centemeter. I figured people living in New York had a different clock.
When I asked how long a minute was my mom said "sixty seconds" when I pressed her for more clarification she said "count to a hundred". Can't get the logic. I was very mixed up for a very long time.
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.
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.
I believed until a worryingly late age that there were 3 one O'Clocks in the day, based on what I had heard people say: there was one in the middle of the day, one late at night, and one very early in the morning.
I used to believe that when it was time to "change your clocks" we actually had to go shopping for new clocks rather than just set them forward or backward one hour.l
When I was in kindergarden, I thought that the days of the week were invented by my kindergarden teacher.
It was only in 1st grade at school when I realised that the rest of the world knew about her great invention.
When i was 13 i was going to London for the weekend. When i looked at my planeticket, i saw that the trip took one hour longer from London to Bergen than from Bergen to London. It was a tricky question i finally managed to work out at the end of my journey (with plenty of help from my cousin...)