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- Firemen start fires.
- Getting fired means being set on fire.
- You can be literally anything you want - animal, vegetable or mineral
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When I was very young I said to my mother in all seriousness "A work is where daddy goes to have lunch and get paid."
i used to believe the president controlled all the street lamps. i thought he had a big board and at night his job was to turn them all on by small buttons and turn them off.
I used to think that my uncle was a secret agent because everytime he came round to our house when I lived in Glasgow he used to speak to me in a series of grunts and whistles and stuff rather then in english. He'd then sly-lee give me money.
I used to think that adults had paid money to get a job and when got paid they were being paid back - so they had to work a certain amount of time to be paid back the full amount that they paid for the job.
I was about 8 years old when I first hear the word prostitute. I asked my grandmother what it meant and she told me it when when a woman "sold her body." I thought this meant she would cut off parts of her body and sell them to men. I couldn't figure out what she would have left to sell after she sold her breasts. It didn't seem like a job with my longevity.
In 5th grade everyone had to write in the yearbook what they wanted to do when they were older. I used to watch a lot of detective/prison type action movies, so in 5th grade it was my dream to grow up to forge checks for a living. However, being 10, I did not only know what this profession would be called, but I did not know how to spell it. My 5th grade yearbook now has me forever clocked as being a "forager." Apparently all the adults thought it was so funny no one bothered to inform me of my berry-picking future.
I am sure my four year old son belives that the only reason I go off to work is to get the newspaper home.
I thought being a hippie was a job or a career of some sort in which you had to have long hair and wear interesting clothes and talk about peace and flowers. This sounded absolutely wonderful to me. So when I was around the age of four or five, if grownups asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up (which of course they would constantly) I would say, proudly and with glee, "I'm going to be a HIPPIE!" Naturally, adults always reacted with enormous amounts of consternation, which I could not fathom--what could be wrong with pretty hair, peace and flowers? My parents told me never to say that again. In spite of their worrying--perhaps also because of it-- I grew up to be pretty much EXACTLY what I had planned. I have no regrets.
When I was around ten or eleven, something behind my grandparents house caught fire. I think it was the transformer on the telephone wire. Well, they wound up having to call fire-fighters to come put it out. I remember after the whole thing was over and all the men were leaving... I ran over with a pen and paper and asked for autographs. *lol* I thought they were famous just because they were firefighters, and this was waaaaay before Sept. 11.
when i was a child i used to believe that study a career means that you have to enter for a race, and that in the finishing line there will be some kind of cartels with the name of the differet carees so you have yo be very fast to reach the career you was intended to study!
I also thought that be a mother was a career, so yu cannot be for example a doctor and have children at the same time!
When I was 5, the mother of one of the kids in my class came to school to talk about her job, which happened to be nursing. During the talk, she mentioned that if you had to go into "theatre" you should never wear nailpolish, as they need to see the colour of your fingernails to make sure you are getting enough oxygen.
Well, a week later, Mum took us to a play....at the THEATRE...and I had nailpolish on. I pleaded with my mother to take it off with remover, but she didn't have any. In sat there in the theatre gripped by mortal fear for the whole play. Mum didn't have a clue about what I was on about until she talked to the teacher a few weeks later!! Finally it was explained to me that the nurse meant "operating" theatre!!
During a topic about the solar system in year 2 (age 7?) I told my teacher that my dad went to the moon with the Navy. I wasn't deliberatly lying, i really thought he'd been there on his ship.
when my mother and father used to take me to their office building, i would spend a lot of time staring out of the windows. i thought that inside of the other office buildings were huge indoor amusement parks that i would b able to visit if i behaved myself
I use to believe that the best job in the entire world was a meter maid ( person who gives tickets to parked cars).
Used to believe i was going to grow up to be Prime Minister (Thatcher generation!) and make sure that Mars Bars would always cost ten pee. Never even liked Mars Bars.
When I was little, I believed that my Dad worked in a factory where they painted peas green!
When I joined the Royal Navy in the early sixties I convinced my dear old mum that we anchored every night and everybody went to bed, and sheusedtobelieve that for years!.
i truely believed that a teacher's tenure (3 consecutive years at the same institution) was "ten-years"...oops!...
When I was very young (about 4 or 5) my Dad used to go to work and I would stay home with my mom since she didn't work. He would leave everyday and I would ask "where is Daddy going?", my mom would tell me "he is going to make some money"... I think until I was like 12 I used to really think he was "making money", I would picture him standing at a huge assembly line type of machine producing brand new pennies. I had no concept of work, I really thought that all the money we had was determined by how much he was able to "make" when he went out everyday.
As a young child I thought plumbers were men who sold Plumbs!
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