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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 used to think that when my granpa said a clock was fast he meant it was ticking faster. I kept trying to put one clock to each ear to hear if one was faster than the other. I thought he was amazing to be able to tell.
when i was younger, i thought that independance day (4 of july) actualy ment you had to be independant and not bother your parents!! tee-hee. they sure were happy.
In 1990, when I was only three years old, I just loved to watch Sesame Street, and each day I was looking forward till 3:00PM when it started. Due to my understanding of time in the age 3, I only knew that Sesame Street starts, when small hand points at three. One day I just couldn't wait anymore and moved clock's hand at three, hoping it will make Sesame Street earlier :) My mother wondered afterward, why the hell clock is showing quarter past three when it was before midday :)
When I was little I thought that all you had to do to time travel into the future was to run really fast in a straight line. One day I went to my brother's track meet and asked my parents why he wasn't in the future yet, and they explained. Ha.
I can remember my Mom talking about long weekends when I was little and she was always planning for them. What I couldn't figure out was why certain weekends were longer than others, I can seriously remember trying to sit down and figure out if the extra hours were on the Sunday or the Saturday. This must have been before I started school - because before you go to school every day is a weekend!
I used to believe that if you stare at the hands of a clock long enough, time would slow down and then, completely stop. I was right, except you wouldn't know because you were frozen in time..
I used to think that a holiday would take place throughout an entire month. So, during each day in October, I kept saying it was Halloween.
Then, after finding out that Halloween is the last day of October, I was thinking that every holiday was the last day of the month.
One thing that always confused me as a kid was when one day ended and another began. So, I came up with the theory that "today" ended, and "tomorrow" began whenever I happened to wake up in the morning, be it 7am or 11:56.
when i was little i used to believe that Saturday was the weekend and Sunday was just a day to get over the weekend
I remember worrying (back in the early 70's), how banks were going to handle the new millennium. It really bothered me. I didn't know how they were going to know when to stop making checks with the "19______" on them and start making them with "20______".
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 younger, for some strange reason, I thought there was another part of the day. It was in between the AM and the PM. This was because people would always refer to the parts of the day as morning, afternoon, and night. I honestly thought there was three parts to the day. And when your a very young child without any cares or burdens, you thought the day lasted forever. I did not want to look stupid so I never asked anyone.
In 1968, when I was 10, my friends and I used to talk about what life would be like in America in the year 2000. We were convinced that there would be flying cars, a solution to world hunger (so we wouldn't have to eat those yucky vegetables on behalf of all those hungry children in China/India/Africa/wherever), and special chutes in every home, with TV-like things where you could press a button to order anything you wanted, and it would come down the chute. (Bear in mind, home computers were still a pipe dream in 1968.)
I thought there was one enormous clock somewhere in London that controlled time all over the world. Once in a while, it would decide to jump forward an hour, and then everyone had to jump an hour into the future. Similarly, sometimes it would jump backwards and everyone in the world would have to live the last hour all over again.
I was glad it never managed to go further than an hour, as I thought that if it started going backwards, the years would go back 1992, 1991, 1990 and so on, and people would start getting younger until everyone on earth was a baby. And if it went forward, I might have to leave school not knowing enough.
I thought about things too much as a kid.
When my brother and I were little, my parents were always talking about "watching the ball drop" on New Year's Eve, but we were never physically able to stay up late enough to see it. Until we could, we thought the ball fell from the sky into Time's Square.
I believed that 4 p.m. was pink, and 5 p.m. was blue. I don`t know why.
I once believed that one could run around the south pole in order to travel backwards and forwards in time.
When my teacher told me (12 year old)that in winter days were getting shorter , I never understood it. One day was 24 hours, wasn't it!
I use to beleive there was a big light switch that was turned off and on by god to change from day to night.
But I was only five.