When I was a kid, I thought Mount Rushmore was a natural phenomenon.
As I got older, I worked out that that couldn't really be the case, but then I thought there was some mystery about it.
I think I imagined that people went to bed with a view of a perfectly normal mountain, and woke up to presidents' faces. I thought it was like crop circles - nobody knew how those faces got there.
That would've been much more fun than how they really got there.
I also used to think that the reason second serves in tennis were slower and easier to return was because the first serve tired the server out. I thought a weedy second serve was all they had the strength for after putting everything they had into the first one.
And PMS. I thought women got PMS because they knew their period was due in a few days, and they really weren't looking forward to it.
I used to wonder what was so bad about it that it made them all tetchy for a week before. OK, it's not great, but is it worth getting so stressed about?
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