As I kid I used to think...

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I used to think that a cat's poop comes out from the end of their tail

I used to think that the universe and outer space is the same colour as the sky as we see it

I used to think that adults never cry

I used to think that 10 o'clock at night was really, really late

I used to think a speed limit sign that said 30 miles for example, meant 30 miles to your destination (as in distance). So when we were driving to somewhere like a relative's who lives quite far away, I used to think ''how do the signs know where my relatives live?''

I used to think that if I swallowed any bit of soap I would breathe out bubbles for the rest of my life

I used to think that springs inside sofas were going to come and get me in the night. I developed a fear of springs for a few years

I used to wonder how Mowgli on the Jungle Book didn't get sore feet from walking around in bare feet, because one time I went out into the garden in bare feet (pretending to be in the jungle) and I stepped on loads of prickles and thorns and other lethal things

I used to think:

* the sun is yellow
* kids are always kids, and adults were never kids
* I would have to wear glasses if I wanted to be smart
* milk is cow urine
* dinosaurs are myths
* toys come to life when nobody is around, like in Toy Story

i also thought milk was cow urine.

and, well, i wasn't a kid when i found this out but i was certainly young..er, i found out about the word "polyphenolic" for the first time when i was fooling around with google translate on my phone. i had my keyboard set to Ellinika and i was typing in random strings of characters when one particular sequence translated to:

"relax in the country polyphenolic"

when i saw the word and didn't recognize it, i thought that it meant something like "wonderous", "extravagant" or amazing in a chemically joyous way...i was really disappointed when i found out the real meaning.

still that hasn't deterred me from using it the way i want.

As a kid I used to think that my neck was longer than other people's.

I used to think that there were carnivorous plants big enough to eat people.

1) Robots made humans (That thought only lasted until I was four. Then I found out from my mom god made us. )

2) The moon was made of cheese

3) My sister would be my age when she is born (I was 6 when I first thought this. 9 months later the thought went away...)

4) There were actually houses that had mouse hole like in Tom and Jerry

That the principal of my Catholic elementary school was related to God. (because Mr Godin must be related to him somehow)
That the supernatural is real.
That teenagers were old and wise.
That you're supposed to just whip it out and go pee outside if you gotta go pee on recess.

I love the idea for this thread!

I've got a good one I remembered not long ago, but consider yourselves warned - it's kind of gross......

....When I was a kid, I thought that when chickens could no longer lay eggs, it meant they were constipated.

When I was 8 years old, my aunt and I went to see "Chicken Run" in a movie theater one summer evening. One of the driving forces of the movie is that all the chickens on the farm run by the evil, money-hungry, chicken-hating Mrs. Tweedy must produce a certain number of eggs every week, and if they can't, they are slaughtered. The movie also doesn't pull any punches in showing the audience this.

Now, at one point in the movie, Babs, a cute and silly chicken who loves to knit (and the one I'd become the most attached to as I had watched up to that point) confesses to Ginger, the unofficial leader of the chickens, that she hasn't laid any eggs for three days, and starts freaking out. As an 8-year-old, I had no idea of how the biology of chickens worked, so I assumed that this meant that Babs was constipated. I began to identify with Babs even more in that moment, since I experienced constipation at regular intervals during my childhood - some of it was related to diet, some was related to anxiety. It was always a scary experience for me, since my mom would resort to pretty much anything to get me regular again (Ginger even asks, "Why didn't you tell us, Babs?" when Babs makes her confession, the same way my mom would ask me that when I was too miserable to keep it a secret anymore and told her).

So, poor little Babs lines up with all the other chickens, trembling on the spot, just waiting for Mrs. Tweedy to swoop down, grab her by the neck and carry her off to dispatch, and as I watched this, I was literally on the edge of my theater seat, staring straight ahead at the screen, thinking, "Not Babs, not Babs, not Babs...." I just knew how miserable she must be feeling; nauseated and bloated in addition to being terrified for her very life. Thankfully, she is spared by the farmers and avoids being slaughtered.

I think that's why I loved Babs so much when I was a kid....I thought she felt the same things I did. When I was a kid, I literally didn't know anyone else who struggled with constipation - I learned throughout my childhood that it was something to be ashamed of, something that is "one's own fault," something only "babies" have happen to them, something punishable if it involved you making messes or inconvenienced others. I NEEDED someone to share my feelings of shame and anxiety with...I was just a kid, I couldn't manage them all on my own. I thought it was my fault; that I was the only one. I even had a small plushie of Babs that was my main comfort item for a number of years, and I took her everywhere and freaked out if I had to be separated from her for any reason.

I felt safe with Babs....she didn't criticize me or force me out of my comfort zone at all. Only recently I was pondering my childhood attachment towards her, and got to thinking....."If she stopped laying eggs in the movie, then does that mean that during my childhood, she adopted me as her "baby chick" after I got a plushie of her from the store?" It's something to think about.

TL; DR: I had no knowledge of chicken biology when I was a kid, and thought that when they stopped laying eggs, it meant that they were constipated. But then I remember that the two rats from the movie actually believed that roosters could lay eggs, and I feel a little better.

My boyfriend believed that the entire world existed in black and white before making the transition to color in the Sixties.

^reminds me of this...