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I used to think that aeroplanes were called "arrowplanes" because they were shaped like an arrow.
I used to think that if I stuck feathers to my arms I would be able to fly.
When i was child, i used to believe i can fly, but i had to find the "formula" for realize it
I used to think that if you flushed your poo on an airplane while it was in the air, the poo would fall straight out of it and fall onto the earth.
Iused to believe that when my mother travel and i look thought the sky i saw her
When I was little, my mom told me that you had to fly to get to Germany. I thought that Germany was floating on a cloud.
I used to love going on planes as a kid so I asked why we don't ride planes more often and my mom told me that it's very expensive. I was her newspaper coupon-clipper so with a solid grasp of money I asked how much I remember she said "$2000". I remember being astounded... to an 8 year old anything bigger than $100 was utterly astronomical.
I'm ashamed to admit that well into my mid-twenties I was under the belief that typical plane tickets costed thousands and thousands of dollars.
Is aeroplane another word for air plane? Ok, anyway, when I was little, I used to think that the little trails of smoke/steam that the airplanes left were called airplane tracks, and was confused when they faded away.
When I was young whenever I rode on an airplane I always thought we were traveling to another planet.
My first time flying, I asked my dad what the 'Call Flight Attendant' button did. He said "Don't touch that or the flight attendant lady will come here and start yelling!" For years after I thought it was an 'Argument Assistance' button. If you were arguing with a friend or family member, you could call the flight attendant to help you yell at them!
I used to believe that if you flush the toilet on an airplane, all the pee and poop got dumped into the sky and then in someone's backyard.
Not sure if this has been added, but I used to think that when you want to the toilet on plane, your waster fell from the plane, and if it landed on someone, tough luck. I never got to try dropping sh*t on my bullies homes as I didn't get to go on a plane until I stopped believing that.
When I was younger I thought that the jets that leave lines in the sky were rockets
I used to think that there were different sizes of commercial planes- very very big ones, medium sized ones, and very small ones. I could never figure out who could actually fit in the medium and small ones and why I never saw the very very big ones actually flying. It was a distance perspective thing that I didn't understand, the small ones were flying very high and the very very big ones were on the ground at the airport.
I used to think that the little blinking lights on airplanes were guns and they were shooting at each other.
When I was about four, I had never been on a plane before. I had heard about (and seen) stunt planes, but I thought that those planes were commercial planes that had passengers traveling on them. When I was six and went on my first plane ride, I thought it would go really fast, twist and turn, and do barrel rolls, and I dreaded that part of the plane ride. I was astonished when the plane traveled ridiculously slow and stayed right side up the whole time. Now I would love to be on a plane ride that feels like a roller coaster.
When I was about 10 or 11 I used to believe that the mile high club was a group of powerful business men in suits who would fly around the world on a huge fancy private jet, staying up for days at a time, drinking and smoking cigars and discussing their plans to manipulate markets, politics and wars for their own gain. I was disappointed when I found out it was just about sex, my version seemed much cooler.
When I was about 7 of my friends told me when an airplane flew overhead, they'd land and pick you up if you yelled loud enough. So we would scream as loud as we could whenever we saw an airplane.
I used to believe that if you took a large sheet of paper, and flew an airplane fast enough, the plane would go through the paper without tearing it.
I believed this until I was about 7 or 8 years old, and I told my smaller brother this, and HE believed it too.
I used to believe If I jumped off the porch with enough grocery bags on my arms they would act as a parachute and slow my fall. I spent hours on multiple occasions jumping off the front porch. Luckily it wasn't high enough to hurt myself.