I used to think when an airplane ran out of fuel, it stayed stuck in the sky.
I used to believe that planes needed to flap their wings to get off the ground, and they stopped flappipng only once they were airborne. When I was on my first flight, I thought something was seriously wrong as we went down the runway with wings completely motionless!
I used to believe that airplane pilots drove really fast down the runways just to show off and have fun before taking off.
The trails that aeroplanes leave across the sky are obviously created by pilots leaning out of the windows holding a piece of chalk, so they know where they've been. That's what I was told anyway.
My neighbour's 20-years-older-than-she brother had her convinced completely that when sunlight glinted off aeroplanes, that meant all of the glass windows of the plane had just burst, and the glass would fall down directly into her eyes. I thought she was daft when she solenmly told me this (I was 6 and she was 8), and I was astonished the first evening I played with her outside, a plane flew over and was caught in the light of the setting sun, glittering off its windows, and she threw herself facedown to the ground in hysterics, believing the glass was heading in her direction to blind her.
I thought the dog poo in the street was human poo dropped from aeroplanes
When i was younger i thought if you flew in a plane that there was a petrol station in the sky so the plane could pull in and 'Fill up'
I used to believe that the toilets on airplanes emptied out in the sky and would fall into cities, so I would write notes on a napkin with my name on it and flush it thinking I would get a pen pal down below. Then I would be ask my mom if I got any mail when we got home. Don't ask....
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
I used to believe that when you flushed the toilet on an airplane, it immediately dropped out of the bottom of the plane and onto whatever unsuspecting person there might have been on the ground below us. This caused me great concern, as I figured at any moment I may to be sucked out of the plane and fall to my death as well.
I used to believe that the roars from airplanes was the earth yawning.
Both my brother and I (ages 4 and 5 at the time) were very disappointed when we landed in Florida at Disney World. Our parents asked what was wrong and we told them we thought Disney was in the clouds. Due to the fact that you had to take a plane to get there and all the Disney logos had the castle on clouds.
I used to go to the airport and watch the planes take off and land with my father. I asked why the planes always had red flashing lights on top of them when they were taking off. He told me those were the airplanes that checked your speed from the air like the signs would say on the highways and the flashing red light meant they going after someone they caught speeding.
I used to believe that when we would fly somewhere there was a separate plane for our luggage. A smaller plane that would fly behind the people plane. Then, it explained why the luggage would take soooo long and why it would get lost sometimes.
For most of my early years I believed I was dropped from a plane by gypsies because my parents told me so. One day, I must have been about 7 I happened to look up at a passing plane when it hit me. What were gypsies doing in planes? This was my justification for questioning my parents about this. Apparently they had forgotten they had told me this and burst out laughing that I still believed something they had told me so long ago.
When I was about 3 or 4, I used to belive that the steam coming from the back of an airplaine was the airplaine farting
i used to believe if i was in a plane, i'd be able to reach out, grab part of a cloud and eat it
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.
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.
When I was a kid I never realized there were airports, so I thought planes had long ladders that you climbed up.