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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 younger a new neighbor moved in next door. My mom told me one day that she was a "head hunter". I spent the next few years scared to death of this woman, afraid that every night she would sneak into my room and steal my head. It wasn't until much later that I learned "head hunters" actually found jobs for people.
I used to believe that all men with mustaches were rich.
I wanted to be a cashier when I grew up because I used to believe they got to keep all the money in the cash register.
My step-grandfather use to work the graveyard shift at his job, and when my step-mother was in school the teacher asked everyone what their parents did, and she started crying because she thought her dad worked at a cemetery and didn't want to tell people.
I was buttering some bread at my grandmother's once, and she told me "We'll all come your restaurant when you grow up. You butter that bread so nicely". I spent several weeks worrying about my future in the catering business, as I had intended to be an astronaut (I was about 7 at the time).
I believed that, while my father went to work, he didn't actually have a job. That was because there were only three things you could do that were considered jobs: you could be a fireman, a policeman or a chef. I think I considered it important to have a special hat.
When I told my kindergarten teacher that my dad had no job, she became concerned.
When I was a kid I thought that when mum and dad were working, they were playing video games. I walked in on my dad typing and was suprised.
When I was in Kindergarten, my teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I knew I wanted to be both an artist, and a scientist. I thought for a moment about how to combine my prospective careers and phonetically came up with arsonist. I had no idea this meant a person who sets fires. but I blurted out in class that I wished to be an arsonist. Needless to say my parents got called in to have a little talk.
I thought everyone in a suit was a lawyer, and that you married someone with the same jobs as you. Until around 4th grade (haha, much longer than it should have been, probably)
My parents are both attorneys, and so naturally I assumed when you get a job, you meet someone there, and thats how everyone meets to get married (which does happen, but i thought it was the ONLY place) teachers married teachers, accountants married accountants, etc.
And since my dad's friends all wore suits, and they were lawyers, of course that meant that anyone in a suit was a lawyer, haha.
i dont know what age i was but i was sure that being superman was a job and i was dertermined that thats what i was going to do when i grew up.i think i even practised for awhile so id have an advantage over everyone else who wanted to do it.
I've always had a fetish for jewelry. When I was a child, I noticed that all of the cashiers at the grocery store had rings on. I thought that the rings were part of the uniform given to them. I told my mom that I wanted to be a cashier when I grew up so that I could have lots of rings too.
I used to believe that when an adult said they were "going to work", it meant that they would all go to the same big building where they would each turn a giant nut on a screw with a huge wrench for hours.
When I was little my dad got a job as a dispatcher at the local police station. Until I was about 6 I believed that he was a "ditch patcher" and thought he fixed holes in ditches. Even visiting him at work didn't dispel my visions of him filling in holes with dirt from a bucket.
My mom and my (much older than I) sister were asking all the kids in the car one day what they wanted to be when they grew up. I sat right up and said "well, I'm going to be a Hooker when I grow up!" I thought Hookers modeled clothing on street corners. I guess I was about 10 at the time.
I thought a mathematician was something like a magician, complete with a wizard getup of a robe, white beard, and pointy hat. (The "How Much is a Million" and such books didn't help.) I thought all they did was sit around calculating pi to places so far out that the calculators and computers didn't know them yet. Needless to say, it sounded like the most boring job on earth.
One day our teacher asked us to find out what our parents did for a living. My mother was outraged as she is from another country and thought they were just trying to find out how much money our family made. She told me to tell the teacher she was a prostitute (I didn't know what it was). I did. You should have seen the teacher's face. She called my mom to tell her I said that.
Whenever I asked my father what he did at work, he always responded "I make money." (He was an insurance claims adjuster, so I can see why he couldn't explain that to a 4 year old!). However, I pictured him going to a factory and actually printing money to take home and spend. We were lucky no one ever turned him in for counterfeiting, since that's basically what I told everyone my dad did!
When I was young, I desperately wanted to work in the circus when I grew up, as I thought this job was mainly hitting lions with chairs. I believed this until i proudly proclaimed it to my summer camp leader when i was 7, where he rightfully corrected me and told me what people actually did in the circus.
When I was about 5 or 6, I really admired those girls who worked at the hospital and wore red and white striped uniforms. I had seen that these girls were called candy stripers. Unfortunately I misprounced it. When people asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I would tell them proudly "candy stripper!"
Until I learned that minor and miner were homonyms, I thought that the reason miners could not buy tobacco was because it would be dangerous to light a match around dynamite.
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