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(when i was liitle) whenever i heard a plane passing by i thought it was a dinosaur coming our way, so i ran to the house & hid in the closet.
until i was 10 i thought clouds came from the back of those commercial airplanes
I used to think that checked luggage was put on flying metal disks which would fly along behind the plane...And of course, this was why so much luggage got lost, because it would fall right off. I figured there must be some sort of system to get people's luggage back to them if it landed in your backyard.
I used to believe the tails of Airplanes cut open the clouds and made it rain. One would always fly over just as it started to rain...later I found out we were on a landing flight path, and they always flew over...
Airplanes got places faster because it was actually a shorter distance up there.
I used to believe clouds were made out of cotton candy and even going through them in a plane now I think the wings are tearing apart the cotton candy.
When i was a kid (about 5 years of age) i thought that the white lines that came from the back of the aeroplanes was the passengers spitting from the windows.
I still have no clue about why i though like that.
A cousin of mine used to believe that Guatemala was on a cloud. Every time we'd drop off grandma at the airport, the plane would go up to the clouds to guatemala. My cousin is dumb. lol
When i was younger proabaly 4 to 9 I belived that Arkansas and other places outside of California were in the sky because my mom had family in Arkansas and use to have to take a plane there.
I figured that any place that needed you to travel to in a plane meant it was in the sky somewhere floating on clouds or some levitating piece of land.
I used to believe that Disney World was up in the sky because you have to take an airplane to get there.
When I was little, I believed that airplanes that had a trail of clouds behind them were actually space ships on their way up into space.
When I was a kid I never realized there were airports, so I thought planes had long ladders that you climbed up.
When I was 5-6 years old, I used to think that airplanes were some kind of ''big shiny bird'' that flew way up higher than any other little bird that I saw and when I was told that people flew in them...I tried to picture people inside these things..thinking that okay?.. how'd they get in there? Did the plane eat them? I watched the plane until it flew out of my sight and ''secretly'' wished that the people could somehow escape and be able to go be with their families.Or else I'd have to tell my mommy and that airplane would get told to go to it's room!!! (LOL)
I thought that the white vapour trail that planes leave behind them was actually from special 'weather planes' sent up to make the smoky trail so that weather forecasters could observe the trail and forecast the weather for tomorrow. (My husband only recently cleared this up for me!)
When I was about seven I believed that airplanes dropped passengers off on the roof of their individual destinations. My mom talked for months about taking a plane to visit my grandpa, and I thought that the plane would just land on top of his house and let us off there. I was totally confused when we arrived at the airport in Buffalo!
Me and my sister used to think that Disneyland was in the clouds because we had to take a plane to get there...
I used to believe the U.S.A. was literally over Mexico above our heads since everytime we flew up to visit Grandma the plane would fly into the sky and then we'd arrive in the USA. I guess looking at maps didn't help much either since that's the way it looks on there too.
When I was younger I used think when a jet in the sky had the white fuely smoke behind it it was because it dragged a cloud with it when it went through one.
I used to believe that all planes were really just wind up toys that were thrown from place to place, and that all the passengers went through a tunnel to get shrunk to fit inside and were always just wound up and thrown like a toy to their destination.
When I was little, my dad used to travel a lot for work. More often than not, his flights home would return after I was in bed, and when he got home he would come upstairs to give me and my sister kisses and let us know he was home. For the longest time, I though the airplane dropped him off in front of our house. I used to try and stay awake to see the plane land on our street, but I always fell asleep.