Kids live on a different planet. A four-year-old in the backseat will look out the window at the night sky and calmly inform you that the moon is following the car home. No smirk. No "just kidding." Absolute conviction, like they've cracked some cosmic code. Another kid lines up every stuffed animal to face the same direction before bed and insists this is the only way to keep monsters from sneaking in. To adult ears, it's nonsense. But here's the uncomfortable truth: we still do it, just dressed up in grown-up clothes.
Think about it. You hit three green lights in a row and whisper, "Lucky day." You knock on wood like your IKEA bookshelf has magical force fields. You glance at a text preview and "just know" it's bad news before you even open it. Same wiring, different costume. That's not evolved rationality—that's the same brand of magical thinking that made your kid scream bloody murder because you peeled their banana from the wrong end.
And the banana tantrum? Perfectly logical in their universe. If the world doesn't line up with their expected pattern, the universe feels dangerous. The "logic" is just their brain trying to nail chaos to the wall with duct tape. We don't grow out of that protective instinct. The banana just gets swapped for emails, traffic lights, and tone of voice.
If you've ever heard a kid solemnly declare, "I can't step on the cracks or my mom will die," you've witnessed a full-blown operating system in action. To them, it isn't superstition—it's survival code. Invisible friends? Security detail. Bedtime rituals? Magical locks against danger. "The floor is lava"? An entire house reprogrammed into a life-or-death obstacle course. To the child, this is engineering.
Flash-forward to adulthood. You don't scream about banana peels anymore. But you might still line up pens before an exam or wear lucky socks to a meeting. You check horoscopes "just for fun." You touch the side of the plane before boarding, like your palm is blessed with anti-crash insurance. You screen-grab 11:11 because it "means something." It doesn't matter how many degrees you've earned—the old wiring is alive and humming.
Your brain was never built to be a strict logic machine; it was built to be a prediction machine. It hunts for patterns, even fake ones, because patterns equal safety. If the banana always peels the same way, the world feels predictable. If stepping on cracks "causes" bad things, then not stepping feels like control. Your brain doesn't care if it's true. It cares if it feels safer.
This is why coincidences hit so hard. You think of an old friend, and they call you five minutes later. Brain goes: "See? Magic." Never mind the hundreds of times you thought of someone and they didn't call. The prediction machine doesn't file those misses. It cherry-picks the hits and tattoos them into your nervous system as proof that the universe is paying attention.
That machine doesn't just fade out at age seven. You might call it intuition now. You might call it "vibes." But really, it's leftover code from a time when believing the moon was following you home helped make a chaotic world feel a little less terrifying.
Here's where it gets interesting. That "nonsense" isn't just quirky kid stuff—it's the foundation your entire nervous system was built on. It's the operating system humming in the background while you're giving PowerPoint presentations and swiping your credit card. It decides what feels safe and what feels threatening. And you rarely notice it until it hiccups.
So the questions practically write themselves: Why do kids think this way? Why do echoes of that thinking still rattle around in my adult head? And the most unsettling one: does that old operating system ever really get deleted, or is it still running my life on autopilot?
The answers, it turns out, lie not in philosophy or self-help platitudes, but in the messy, brilliant work of scientists who decided to take children seriously. Really seriously.