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A few miles from my home there is a wind farm on the coast. When I asked what the large twirling things were, my Dad (who loved to kid us) said that they had been left there by a race of extinct giants, and that they were the giant equivalent of those plastic twirly things on sticks you get in seaside shops and put in the sand on the beach.
I used to believe that we lived on the inside of the Earth and that the bumps in footpaths were really the chimneys of other houses underneath us, and I tried to dig a hole in my sandpit to get to them.
When I was little and learning my colors, I used to think that the grass is green because the sky is blue and the sun is yellow!!!! Made sense then
I used to believe that acorns were bullets
I gerw up within 100 miles of a portion of the Appalachian Mountains that were then quite sparsely populated and still heavily forested throughout. Numerous times I would ride through the mountains with my family, never seeing the ground on distant mountains, but just treetops. As a result, for a long time I thought that mountains were not big hills, but rather clumps of very tall trees.
When I was younger my family would often take trips up into the mountains to our lake house. During my first trip up my mom announced that we were going to start climbing the mountain. Of course, she meant we were going to stay in the car and follow the road up but I was convinced she had packed grappling hooks and harnesses and we were going to climb the mountain like they do Mt. Everst. I immediately burst into tears, scared for my life. My mom eventually calmed me down and, hey, I got an ice cream cone out of it.
Because Of every Beach i ever went to, there was always a hill going up to it before going down to the beach, i used to believe that there was water behind every hill, only until i was old enough to walk up the hills near my house, to be confronted by horses and more fields :(
This is actually my brother's belief: I was born in 1984, and when i was about 5 years old, I used to to think the Ice Age happened during the 1970's.
i used to believe that twin towns and cities look exactly the same as the ones they are twinned with. The houses, the streets, shops, even the people who live in 'em.
Then we drove though a twin town in Germany and everything looked different. What a downer.
Rudds
Newcastle upon tyne / UK
When i used to see the dried up dirt, with lines through it, all broken up, i thought that there had been an earthquake there.
I once thought a vent in my hotel room led down to the center of the earth.
I didn't used to think that Mount Rushmore was a real place because I could never understand how the rocks could see those men and be able to shape into something that looked like them. I figured somebody just made up Mount Rushmore and it turned into the biggest, mostly widely-believed lie.
Until I turned 13, I thought the signs up in the mountains: "Watch for falling rock" was warning people about a murderous Indian named Falling Rock. Scared me senseless.
I used to believe that sky ends at the horizon and by crossing it we can go to another world..
when I was child I used to belive that when I was sitting in the back seat of the car and at night, the moon was following me.
Growing up in Roswell, NM I used to believe that the mountains were purple because all I ever saw of mountains was El Capitan and that was the way it appeared. Imagine my surprise when we finally visited the mountains and I found out that they were dirt, trees and rocks just like the plains I grew up on.
When I was little I asked my mom how hills were made, she replied with this 'when horses die and are buried their tummys bloat, making a hill...well i never walked up a hill again, { even now }
When I was small my Dad used to tell me that electricity pylons were in reality large animals that were resting in daylight but at night started to walk around. I was never quite sure whether to disbelieve him or not.
I used to think that the barrels of hay you see in fields were actually barrels of beer. I would scream out from the backseat of the car, "Look at all them beer barrels!"
When I was young I used to repeatedly ask my Mum what was over a hill we passed on the way to the shops (since it was in a city, it was not immediately obvious). Her reply, since she was anxious to get on, was always "nothing". For at least six months I thought this was literally true, and that the hill really did mark the end of the world. I don't think I really pictured this in an 'yawning abyss' way, but was just terrified that I would also become nothing if I crossed the hill. I only really stopped believing this when we travelled over the hill to go to a friend's birthdfay party, a journey which caused me no little fear.
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