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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 a little girl in Kindergarten the teacher asked everyone, "what they wanted to be when they grew up"? I answered, a monkey! Because monkey's don't work and they just hang around all day and have fun at the zoo and at the circus.
When I was little I, for some reason, thought that my mother only made five dollars on every paycheck. I was always happy on the days that she got paid, but always wondered how we could afford things with only five dollars every other week.
I used to believe Molly Meldrum could do any mans job. I imagined him as a plumber, builder, painter etc..
I THOUGHT PLUMBERS PICKED PLUMS FROM TREES ALL DAY HAAA HAAA
When i was 4 i used to belive my dad was nocternal because he used to do a night shift!
I used to believe that EVERYONE wanted to be an astronaut when they grew up. I guess I thought most adults had tried and failed, and had settled for an inferior option.
when I was little, i thought people that worked in stores that were open 24 hours a day never got to go home and had to work forever.
When I was about 5, when I was told my dad got a lift to work, I thought he went in an actual lift - I was confused how he got there like that!
When I was little I used to think that there was just one mailman for the entire world and that was why our mail always came so late in the day.
When my mother said the Venetian blind factory would be built in Fresno, I marveled that blind Venetians could construct anything.
When I was about 6 or 7 my Dad worked and got to fire people a lot. When he came home one night and said he had fired someone, I thought, that's horrible how could Daddy be that mean? Until I was aroung 10 I thought that if you got fired, whoever fired you took you outside, lit a match, and set you on fire.
I used to think that being a bird watcher or a scoutmaster were professional paid occupations.
At one time I wanted to be a bird watcher or scoutmaster because they seemed to be easy jobs.
My dad was in the reserves. One time when I was [10 I asked him what he did the two weeks a year when he went to summer camp. He told me that he painted jeeps. What he failed to mention was that was one thing he did a long time ago so until I was a teenager I believed that every year when he went to "summer camp" all he did was paint jeeps.
My dad was a financial investment advisor. When I was little and he would come home at night, my mom would always ask him how the stock market was that day. And he would always answer that it went up or down. Until I was about 10, i pictured a huge stadium with socks on pegs filling every wall and a ceiling that rose and fell.
When I was a kid I used to think that the critics were actually a real board of people whose job it was to find problems with everyones work. I decided that I wanted to be one when I grew up.
I used to believe that once you got out of Pre-school you instantly went to work and worked in the same profession as your father. On the day we had a little pre-school graduation thing I went up to my father and started crying telling him I was a failer and would have to be homeless because I didn't know how to be an accountant.
when i was little (like 4-5) i wanted to be a clerk in a big market because i thought that all money people give me is mine.
when i worked at papa johns as my first job, for awhile i thought you couldnt relax in the back of the store, like it was forbidden or something.
One day at school when I around 5 we learned about "strangers." When I came home I told my mom that I wanted to be a stranger when I grew up so that I could give candy to children.
I used to beleive that in preschool the teachers would get in sleeping bags in the the big room and stay there till class started the next day
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