*Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.
**Albert Einstein***

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As children, we do not have the logic of reasoning even in our little heads and most often misinterpret the world of adults.
And when a child develops some twisted, cute belief in his head? 
Especially when a parent or someone older lies to him and tells a lie.

In order for the child to develop the logic of reasoning as soon as possible and to be able to discern truth and lies as soon as possible, he should only be told the truth, the one that his little brain can understand and accept.

But even when the child does not have any explanations from the elders, by getting to know the world around him, he can misinterpret that world.

Interesting topic this weekend
*•What's the weirdest thing you believed was true when you were a kid*?


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*TV and Radio devices*
As a child, when I watched TV or listened to the radio, I was convinced that there were little people living in the TV and radio sets, whom I watched or listened to while playing and singing.
That may have been the subconscious reason for choosing the high school where I studied TV and radio signal transmission 🙂
It wasn't until high school that I found out that there are no people in TV and radio sets. 
I realized this after a severe beating, which I received when I knocked the TV off the shelf, while I watched my father open the case of the TV in an attempt to fix it 🙂


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*If you're not good, you'll be eaten by a witch*
Ugh, I was afraid of this a lot, but very quickly I became a fearless little bastard and I wasn't even afraid of my parents, let alone some fictional characters.
Ah, yes. I wasn't even afraid of the dark 😀

I once heard how my friend's grandmother said that if we are not good and listen to what they tell us, and if we lie, our mother will die.
This was a very inappropriate untruth, which frightened us very much and we were afraid of every spoken word.
And so I was scared until my sister passed away (only a few years older than me). 
If she died, and she had no child who, through lying or disobedience, would cause her to die, that was a lie. Although I knew that something like that would not happen, I tried to be good and not lie (unless absolutely necessary 🙂).

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*Free money*
Well, yes, I thought that the ATM on the street was the entrance to a cave under a mountain full of money, and that money came out of it whenever you entered a secret code, but I realized it for the first time, when my father said "We have no money...". 
He didn't go to the mountain of money and didn't take what we needed.
And I know that even today 😅
There is no free money anywhere. For every penny and cent you get, something has to give.


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*Superman and flying cars*
When I was watching TV and movies as a kid, I thought there really was a Superman who could fly.
I thought there were flying cars.

After I understood the concept of the future, and that something was yet to happen, I still didn't understand how a cosmonaut could walk on the moon, and he doesn't have a car in which he can fly?
Today, flying cars don't exist yet (or at least I haven't seen them, maybe that one time when I got drunk), so the question is, will they ever exist and who will drive them?
That they should not exist, I think from the moment when, at the beginning of the corona epidemic, people needed to be given instructions on how to wash their hands. How would they drive flying cars?


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*Santa Claus*
As a small child, I believed everything to be true, because my imagination was incredible, but either through the stories of the elders or personal experiences that dispelled those beliefs like a fog pierced by the sun, I slowly accepted the real truth.

But I considered one phenomenon to be real and true, perhaps even longer than it should have been.

Until one day I climbed onto the roof through the attic of the house and looked at the size of the opening of our chimney.
So how can such a fat Santa Claus, with a bag full of toys, pass through such a narrow chimney?
Well, only that one toy that I got, can't go through that chimney.
When that last "truth" fell, I think my childhood ended.

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Santa doesn't exist! 
Then I wasn't sad and I didn't cry.
I was angry and furious, why didn't I realize it earlier, like some of my friends who told me that Santa Claus doesn't exist and that it is actually their father, uncle, neighbor, who disguises himself and brings presents.

But I don't regret it, because it seems to me that my life was the most beautiful in that period, when I didn't know what life was really like and when I was just getting to know the world around me. 
While I believed that Santa existed and that the gifts I received were confirmation that I had been an obedient and good child all year.

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When did you accept the truth that Santa Claus does not exist? 
Unless you still don't believe it exists and are still waiting for the chimney to come down through you and bring you a new year's gift, especially if you were a "good kid" last year 🙂