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My father was a gunner on B-52's from my birth to age 25. At age 3 we lived in Guam, and for some reason I believed B-52's flew so they could drop cheese off at your house in your chimney or roof.
Ever since I was 2. I've been on a plane ride every year and moved houses every year as well. So one year we didn't do it. I though "We had bought them all"
when i was growing up a freind of mine told her little brother that airplanes were made of very hard choclate and if you were hungry you could eat the seats he belived this until he was 13 when he actually got on a plane.
I used to think that the wings of aeroplanes were retractable and folded in when the plane wasn't flying. I therefore once said to somebody 'It's wings are out' and they must have wondered what I meant.
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!
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 planes flew by being attached by strings like a kite.
when i was about 7 we were going abroard for the first time on holliday. this of course lead to thoughts of my first flight. i was convinced that while we were flighing i could open the window and put some cloud in a jar and keep it as a reminder of my first flight.
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.
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 planes were held up by strings
My neighbor convinced me that if an airplane or a helicopter landed in our garden, my house would be blown away. Needless to say I was terrified of airplanes??
When I was little I thought that every plane in the sky was a space ship. I couldn't see the shapes too well because I needed glasses. I told my mom and unfortunately got no amusing response. She just said something about it being on the news every time
I used to believe that when people flushed the toilet on aeroplanes, it just dropped out of the plane, so that was why houses were cheaper under flight paths. I have no excuse bar my age for my innocent stupidity. :(
I used to believe air planes ran on batteries. When I was 3, and the plane was going down to land, I shouted out, "DOES IT NEED NEW BATTERIES?!"
I used to think that a company had boats all over the world making waves, and airplanes making clouds
I used to believe that these big, strong men would be on each side of an airplane to push it when it takes off
I used to ask my mom, "How do they make people small enough to fit into airplanes?" Apparently I had some depth perception issues when seeing a plane in the sky. It wasn't little.. it was just far away!
When I was little my parents and I would vacation to Florida every spring. Funny thing is that we took a plane every time. I believed that a plane was the only way to get there, because I thought Florida was in the sky!
Even as a little kid in prewar New Guinea, we flew almost everywhere as there were no roads or other connections. Getting off the ground never worried me, but I couldn't work out how we landed, as my own landings off the high verandah at home were minor disasters, and planes were much higher. Then one day we were landing at the mining town of Wau, and I looked out the window to see we seemed to be running down a hill. That explained it - the pilot looked for a high hill, and just ran down the side of it! I was telling this story 40 years later to be told by my Uncle, who also lived in Wau that there actually was a hill at the end of Wau airstrip, and far from being a landing aid was a darn nuisance to pilots.
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