welcomeI Used To Believe is a funny and bizarre collection of ideas that adults thought were true when they were children. It will remind you what it was like to be a child, fascinated and horrified by the world in equal parts. The following pages will reassure you that the things you used to believe weren't so strange after all...
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I used to sincerely believe that buffalos had small wings... probably until I was about 15.
When I was little, my grandparents used to take me to a restaurant that had buffalo burgers, so I knew a Buffalo was kind of like a cow. I also liked to eat chicken wings but liked buffalo wings better. I was sorely disappointed to learn that a chicken and buffalo wing was the same and that Buffalo (Bison) did not, in fact, have little wings.
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.
I used to believe that my sister tried to get bad grades on purpose as a plan to get more attention and "A Money" from mom & dad. They would pay us as reward for good report cards and my sister got WAY more money for an A than I would. It was infuriating.
I used to believe that getting Straight-A's was perfectly normal and expected... Heck, all you had to do was pay attention and answer the questions! I was convinced my sister was somehow purposefully getting Cs and Ds because getting As is so easy you would have to try hard to get grades that bad.
When I was about 9 or 10, my dad was the coach of a high school baseball team and I was convinced I was smarter than his players because I would hear all the coached talk in the office about how the players were idiots and the dumb things they did. Of course being a good student myself, I knew I must be much smarter than his high school players.
So at practice I would borrow their math and science books from their book bags and find problems I could do, as proof I was smarter than them. It was always a mystery to me why there were letters and numbers in their math problems, and I would think to myself, well no wonder they're always getting things wrong... they don't even use numbers to do math!
This is sort of a double belief, since one misbelief led to the other.
When I was little, I believed that whenever you plug something in (to an electrical outlet) it would do something special - turn on, make noise, light up, etc. So I would plug random things in to "see what they did". And not just plugs... but l would literally stick random small objects into outlets. Unfortunately, this exploration ended abruptly when I wanted to see what mom's car keys did when I plugged them into the wall. It was some pretty epic fail.
After explaining why "electric" just shocked me and that it travels by metal, and that there were metal wires in our walls carrying electric everywhere, I became deathly afraid of taking baths and showers. I believed that while I was in the shower one of these wires might tough a metal pipe and zap me again. I would bathe as quickly as possible in fear the whole time and sometimes I would just turn the water on and let it run for awhile so my mom could hear and think I was bathing.
My parents got our first computer when I was about 9 and windows 95 was just released. I had no idea what I was doing and was just going through all the random "folders" looking for games. My cousin's computer had Oregon Trail, and this computer was way better so my "Oregon Trail" game must be amazing!
I must have done something wrong and the computer froze up saying "This program has been shut down due to an illegal operation." I FREAKED OUT and unplugged EVERYTHING from the computer... The power, the screen, the keyboard, mouse, and the printer before hiding under my bed for hours. I was convinced 'they' were coming to arrest me for breaking some law. I remember literally crying that I was going to be taken away in handcuffs.
When I was little we would sometimes eat at Friendly's, a small restaurant like Applebee's except that Friendly's had all these great ice creams and desserts. I would always order the "Clown Sundae" for dessert... an upside-down ice cream cone in a bowl with the vanilla scoop as the head, the pointy cone like a hat, whipped cream around the back (like white clown hair) and M&Ms & chocolate syrup for a face.
I used to get really sad and cry because I didn't want to kill the clown by eating it. I would talk to it sadly as it slowly melted into a puddle, and once I was sure it was dead and wouldn't feel anything I would eat the candy bits, whipped cream and soggy cone out of the melted mess. It made me sooo sad. :(
I'm not 30 and to this day, the Clown Sundae (and pancakes with faces on them) makes me sad.
I used to believe that when a man and woman got married they would get a baby (I never knew about sex). My mom told me that when I asked “Where do babies come from”.
When I was in school, a girl named Jennifer told me that everybody poops except girls named Jennifer. Later I met somebody named Amy in a discussion group I was in. One day she told the group that her parents almost named her Jennifer before deciding on Amy. I said, "Oh my gosh, Amy must get constipated just thinking about that!". Everyone in the group either gave me the strangest look or said "Whaaaat???" as if I'd said something that made no sense at all. I'm still wondering if Jennifer lied to me.
My dad sold purebred hunting dogs. One customer came to buy one, and he was really impressed with my little mongrel dog. My dad said, “Mary, this man said he would give you $50 for your dog.”
I said, “Okay, but what does a dog want with money?”