Posted on 09/24/2012 11:59:12 AM PDT by trailhkr1
Jeesh I was dumb but I know I am not the only one who thought this stuff. See below. Add yours
To many adults still believe that fairy tale as well.
How do you know that's not true? Maybe you just haven't peed hard enough yet.
You were born with the soul of a logician.
I was about 9 or 10 and working on math, science and astronomy in the late 50s. I can still remember the moment when I fully grasped the concept of the infinite universe and it seemed like my mind exploded reaching outward toward the infinite boundry and forever expanding — a frightening but incredible feeling. It is still a haunting memory.
The psychological term for that is "compensation."
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But that was actually proof that you weren't retarded, because if you were, you wouldn't have been able to wonder about it.
But then again, if this insight hadn't occurred to you, maybe you really were retarded.
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I'm a little fuzzy at this late date on what, if anything, those concepts meant to me at the time.
A while later I heard a new song on the radio by Nat "King" Cole. He stretched out the word "happiness" by holding the "p" consonant for while. I wondered what a hat and a penis had to do with each other.
My younger brother used to think that this big car company was named after, and run by an army general.
Well, for that matter,
“The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want.”
Why wouldn’t you want him?
Was in my early teens and believed that if we outspent Russia we could win the Cold war.
On the other hand I was with a group a friends and the TV was on with a local preacher rambling about something. We were talking about the future and I said that at least when we grow up we won't have to listen to him anymore. The preacher was Jesse Jackson.
I thought that life actually occurred in black and white...in the old days.
When I was 5 I knew Annette Funicello was in love with me (she was always looking right at me)
Later when I was older, Raquel Welch took her place but she was just a poster …
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8 or 9 years old we used to ride mini bikes along the Mississippi River Levee on the West Bank of New Orleans and go down into the woods at the river and explore wrecked barges. So long as we were home by dinner no one knew or cared.
A few years later mom would take me and one of my friend’s to her volunteer work in the French Quarter and so long as we checked in every couple of hours we could wander wherever.
Those days were instrumental in the corruption of my youth!
Today if you did that at that age you would end up being molested and then strangled by some pedo.
Then we got tired of that and took some green pain and painted their 2 week old Oldsmobile, as high as we could reach, then the outside of the garage, and then the chainlink fence.
Then we started a fire behind a cedar plantar box of our neighbors. This was when my Dad came home from work. We were behind the plantar box and I knew he could not see me. And he wouldn't have except for the smoke plume.
I was not a mean kid....I was busy growing up.
Then we got tired of that and took some green pain and painted their 2 week old Oldsmobile, as high as we could reach, then the outside of the garage, and then the chainlink fence.
Then we started a fire behind a cedar plantar box of our neighbors. This was when my Dad came home from work. We were behind the plantar box and I knew he could not see me. And he wouldn't have except for the smoke plume.
I was not a mean kid....I was busy growing up.
My mother was a young girl while her two brothers were fighting in WWII. One day a letter came addressed to general delivery. My mother got hysterical thinking it was from a General and it meant that they were telling them that her brothers were dead.
Many years ago I owned a horse named Oz. I brought my three year old nephew to the barn one day to meet the horse and told him that he was Ozzie. The kid ran from stall to stall, pointing at each horse as he said, “And here’s an Ozzie and here’s another Ozzie, and there’s a brown Ozzie and there’s a white Ozzie...”
My mother has recorded in my baby book that I used to think that fallen leaves were starched. Should I admit that?
Even as a small child, you believed your tag line...What the heck, go for it....
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