transport: aeroplanes

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!

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.

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.

I used to believe that toilets on the airplane would empty out its "contents" from the into the sky and i would feel so sorry for the poor guy that would get poo falling from the sky landing in their backyard. So naturally I wouldn't use airplane toilets to reduce the amount of crap falling from the sky.

When I was little, my mom told me that once when my great-grandma was flying, she reached out the plane window and grabbed some clouds. She said it felt just like big cotton balls.
I didn't fly until I was in high school, so I couldn't test it out. Even then, I just figured that in my great-grandma's day, plane must have had windows that opened. It seriously wasn't till years later that I thought about it again...after I had learned about air temperature and pressure at those altitudes! Sheesh.

I used to believe that when you flew, the entire airport also flew with you; I had no idea what jetways were, or that aircraft could detach from them!

When our youngest daughter was about four years old, we were flying to California on vacation. The morning were getting ready to leave, she kept running and looking out the door every few minutes. Finally she reported, "It's not here yet!" We came to find out that she thought the airplane would come to our house like a taxi and pick us up.

When I was 4, I was at the beach with my family and I saw a helicopter but I could not remenber the name of it , so I asked my mother...¿Mom, what´s the name of airplane´s brother? =)

I used to believe airplanes used to drop you off in your backyard when your trip was over. Airports didn't exist.