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when i was growing up in the sixies in Ireland my brothers and sisters used to tell me that airplains were German war planes and everytime a plane went by i ran to my house shouting THE GERMANS ARE COMING
when i was little we used to live with our grandma in the country.everytime i saw a plane hovering above me, i always wondered where it was going.one day i couldnt help it and asked my mom.she said "to the city". i had the clearest idea then that the city was somewhere floating up in the clouds!
I used to believe airplanes were flying submarines.
My nephew, at around age three, used to say that airplanes trailing white exhaust were "airplanes on strings".
I used to think that a one-way ticket meant you could never ever come back. Couldn't understand why anybody would ever buy one...
I used to believe that if you were to shine a flashlight up in the sky you could make the planes crash. I have a feeling some adult told me that so I would keep the flashlight pointed down. I believed it until I was about 22 when my boyfriend was on a camping trip with my family. I freaked out when he shined a flashlight up in the sky. I got laughed at by the entire family and still to this day they make fun of me. My boyfriend (now husband) will never let me forget it.
I used to believe that if I was to fly from one state to another I was actually flying to another globe! When I got a little older and saw maps, I thought that if you were in the air you'd actually see the lines separating each state. Luckily I've grown up since then and gotten a wee bit smarter. :)
I used to believe that 'skyscrapers' were not buildings, but the planes that went across the sky and left the vapor trails behind them...it looked like they were scraping the sky!
I used to believe that when I waved at airplanes in the sky that they could see me and would "wave" back by flashing their lights. As we know, there are lights flashing on planes often but when I was little I thought that the lights meant not only that they could see me but that they were waving at me as well. I didn't even realize that the lights were flashing before I even waved! Silly me!
When I was a kid, the room of our house that I most seldom went in was my sister's bedroom. It was in a wing of the house that came closest to the house next door. So I've finally decided that echoes between our house and the one next door might explain the different sounds I heard occasionally when I did go in her room, like when my sister was away and I was preparing the room for other guests or something like that. Anyhow, on some occasions when I WAS in that least familiar room of the house, I would hear airplanes flying over. Not surprising, except that they seemed to make an eerily different sound from airplanes ad I'd ever heard them from anywhere else, including other rooms of the house. For quite some time that sound had me convinced that those were some strange and different kind of airplanes, whose flight routes took them over that corner of our house, but never over any other part of our house, and so I never heard them from elsewhere in the house. In trying to picture what kind of airplanes those strange and different ones might be, I for some reason pictured airplanes that could fly, even though they had no wings.
I was told several things by my sadistic parents before a flight to Florida.
When I was 8 they told me that there were no toilets on the plane so I would have to hold it in for the 9 hours for the Trans-Atlantic flight.
They also told me that we would all have to pedal to get the plane off the ground.
And again when I was 11 they told me that after the pilot set the course he would sleep for the whole journey and hope everything went ok.
And to top it all off I believed them all three times.
I used to believe that all airplanes were on a mission to come and attack me, when I saw an airplane, I ran for cover.
i used to belive that the cloud trails left by jets were tunnels to get on a plane for the people who missed their flight.
I live in an area with a lot of military bases. As kids, my friend once told me that the low roaring sounds we always heard (which I now know to be jet noise) was the sound of earthquakes.
when I was little, I was scared of taking the plane because I thought clods were solid !!
When i was like 4 or 5 i used to believe that when you had to go on air plane that the airplane would fly to your house and pick you up.
When I was little we went on a vacation to Florida to visit grandma over srping break. We stayed there for about ten days. I asked my mom why we had to stay their for so long. Mom told me that when you went to Florida you had to stay their for at least nine days. After that, I thought that their was a rule in Florida that you had to stay for at least nine days if you were vacationing there, otherwise they wouldn';t let you go and if you tried to get on a plane, back you couldn't. In the summer, when we went on a 45 day vacation to Europe, my mom tried to use the same trick on me to get me not to ask questions.
I used to believe that the sky had stop lights and road signs floating about for the airplanes.
My mom gave me this book on Guardian Angels when I was young, and it mentioned how all the angels lived up in Heaven with God, on clouds. So on my first plane ride, I was six, I begged for the window seat. I was sitting next to my Mom when we were in the air and I looked out the window and only saw clouds. I asked my Mom, "Where are the angels?" She said, "They're invisible." A very new concept to me, I figured that pilots and passengers saw them all the time while flying.
For a LONG time I believed my grandparents lived on plane in the sky. Everytime a plane would fly overhead (I live in NY- between LaGuardia airport & JFK), I would tell all my friends to wave to my grandparents in the air. The reason why I believe this for so long was my grandparents came to visit from Italy and when it was time to leave we accompanied them to the aitport. At the time you were able to walk them up to the gate, where you could literally see the plane they were boarding through a window. My parents would wait until the plane left, befire we would leave. As the plane would leave, my parents would say wave to grandma and grandpa. Hence the reason why for SO long I believed they loved on a plane! I did not quit understand where exactly they lived, since I had never visited!