What about Quebec? 
I used to think the same thing
You mean they are not true???
The canard I believed/believe is that everything but the brain renews itself every seven years.
It’s was mostly a simple all-or-nothing error. I generalised that since the photos were suspect, the whole project many times bigger than the photos was suspect.
I ignored all the tens of thousands of people who worked on it, the technologies they produced and the radiation the astronauts received, all because the photos were likely taken pre-launch.
I ignored the silence of the soviets, as I thought they didn’t want to seem sore losers, but I could not ignore the silence of the JSA, as they were a neutral party, with much to gain from a new rush to the moon.
It’s a similar error to creationists claiming evolution is false just because some species are missing a missing link.
Nope, sorry, the English-speaking part of Québec spells *vacuum *the usual way, AFAIK.
In local French, we don’t use the word at all: a vacuum cleaner is properly called un aspirateur, and in everyday speech it’s une balayeuse; the physical absence of gas is called le vide.
I think I believed in Santa until I was about 10.
I seem to remember thinking that Chicago was a state for the longest time (until age 15 or so).
Even today, Chicago just SOUNDS like a state, you know?
When I was around 11 or so I saw a video of John Lennon singing give peace a chance. For some reason the beard and long hair made him look kind of old to me, so for a while I thought that he and the other beetles were in their 60s in the late 60’s / early 70’s.
Up until about college age, I was 100% convinced that UFOs, Roswell, Area 51, grey aliens, crop circles, etc. were completely real. Then I actually started reading into everything and realizing it’s all a bunch of BS.
ETA: Also, Bigfoot, Loch Ness Monster, and everything like that. If the current History Channel had been around 10 years ago, I never would have turned it off.
I thought there was a city named La Hoya that I’d never seen mentioned in print and another city named La Jolla that I’d never heard anyone talk about.
All the way into my late 30’s, I mistakenly believed that the “hoi polloi” referred to the elite rather than the proletariat as it actually does. Good thing that I had few opportunities to use it in speech or print.
Until this very moment. :o
As a kid in the '80s I used to think that all post-WW2 bombs were nuclear, and so when the US bombed Libya in 1986 I thought that meant Libya was wiped off the face of the earth.
From 1980 until 2005 I thought the Moscow Olympics theme song had the same tune as ‘Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!’ by ABBA, even though I have a strong memory of the real theme song. They were both getting a lot of airplay (at least in Australia) around the same time and my six year-old brain must have conflated them. I figured it out after I heard Madonna sampling ABBA in ‘Hung Up.’
For about the same period, I believed the adage that eating carrots is good for eyesight when in fact it comes from a British wartime propaganda campaign intended to hide the development of radar from the Nazis.
Possibly you were confusing it with “hoity-toity.”
Up until this very minute when I looked it up in Wikipedia I thought that hoi polloi was Hawaiian instead of Greek.
I might have learned the difference somewhere here at the Dope. It’s not exactly something you talk about much.
That’s poi, the purple bland paste that’s the staple starch of the traditional Hawaiian diet. Made from taro.
I assumed chocolate and coffee came from the same bean until I was about 20.
You’ll note that that definition has nearly as many thumbs down as up. It’s not spelled that way in either province (in English nor in French).
I wish! coffee-flavoured chocolate is L-U-S-H
I believed that old panes of glass were warped because glass flowed from 1979 when a teacher told us that in class until the early 90’s when I started reading the old a.f.u. usenet group.