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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.
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!
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".
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.
I used to believe that Christmas happened every once in a while because people decided to put up lights.
I never connected it with years or anything.
When I was 6-9, my parents and I were in horseback riding lessons. We went every Sunday afternoon, even in the middle of winter (I live in Canada, you realize). We all had to go one at a time, so our lessons took up the entire afternoon.
The first year, it was, indeed, the middle of winter and wasn't dressed warm enough. I had gone first, so I had to wait outside for my parents to finish. I was frozen down to the bone! To pass the time, I discovered a way to explain why it seemed like that two hours was so long:
A second is a minute, a minute is an hour, an hour is a day, etc. up to "a millenium is a billenium".
From then until I stopped riding, I thought that that was how time worked when it was cold outside.
Since the current day is today and the next one tomorrow, I used to be sure that the day before today was toyesterday.
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.
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.
At one point growing up, I became convinvced that the world would end on February 29, 1997. I have no idea how I came by this belief, but there it was: it didn't matter what I did, what I achieved, or how I lived my life, because come February 29, 1997, the whole world would blow up and utterly extinguish all life on earth.
I believed this until one day, when I realized that 1997 wasn't going to be a leap year...
When i was about 4 I used to believe that when daylight savings comes and we lose an hour, I thought the hour would be gone forever, and we would never have midnight again.