What’s the silliest belief you held as a child?

When I was a kid, I genuinely believed that the moon followed me wherever I went. Every time I looked up into the night sky during a car ride or a walk, there it was, seemingly keeping pace with my every move. Its consistent presence convinced me that it had some sort of magical connection with me. I would wonder how it could travel so fast and appear in perfect synchronization with my movements. It wasn’t until I grew older and learned the science behind lunar phases and perspective that I realized it was a simple illusion, and the moon’s apparent movement was merely a result of my own changing viewpoint. The science was fascinating, but there was a bittersweet sense of nostalgia in letting go of that magical childhood belief that the moon was my constant, celestial companion.