That clowns always looked like a clown. I should spot them out and about, doing groceries and stuff. Like, just the Dad would be a clown. Or, where are the baby clowns; teen clowns, etc?

That there was justice for all.

That other people thought the way I did and would make the effort to understand me.

That the future portrayed in the 80s was the future I was heading to

I had this weird belief, assumption, whatever, that salt and pepper were anti-particles, and if you could mix them together in just the right way, they would cancel each other out and taste like nothing.

So, multiple times when we as a family went out to eat, I would finish my food and then while all the adults were talking, I would take out a napkin and put salt and pepper on it. And then, because they don't blend together, I would use a little bit of water, like trying to get exactly the right ratio to make the pepper disappear the way the salt did.

I was a born alchemist.

Trees were unable to grow to more than 10 feet tall. I clearly had no sense of what 10 feet actually looked like.

That men had one more rib than women. Im an atheist now.

That if I stayed up till 3am, I would see knights coming out of the fort on the hill. Thanks dad!

If I inhaled over a dead creature, I would steal its soul and it couldn't go to its heaven. (Sounds like a psycho, grew up heavy southern Baptist)

I thought it was possible to die from messing up your breathing in/breathing out ratio too much.

My dad told us kids that the huge water tanks painted as soda cans in the coca cola factory actually contained soda.

That god was a real thing. I kinda got over that late, in my early teens, considering I found out that Santa isn't real either when I was 7

that the government has my best interest at heart and that democracies act in the interest of the people

That the members of congress were permanently attatched to their chairs in the capital building, after having their lower halves removed. And that they spent the whole time in congress making and debating laws before being tucked in at night.

When I met Tip O'neal he did nothing to dissuade me from this belief.

In elementary school we little boys were arguing about what a vagina looks like and where exactly the hole was. LOL, I don't think there were any right answers.

When i was very young (around 3-5) i was giving everyone the middlefinger, because people laughed when a ~4y.o. does it. Only till my Mom told me, that it meant 'i like you'. Of course, I immediatly stopped doing it. Can't remember how long i believed it, but probably an uncomfortable long time.