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When I was little I thought that whenever you got off of an escalator at the mall you had to pull the black rubber hand rail along so that it kept running for other people and the people behind you wouldn't get stuck in the middle of the escalator. I thought it was so rude when someone would get off without pulling the rail to keep it going for everyone else.
In order to discourage us from wanting to buy ice-cream, my aunt told my cousins and me that the ice-cream man wanted to kidnap us. So, every time we heard the ice-cream truck, we'd run inside and hide.
When I was eight, my sister tried convincing me there were lions in the streets and the field behind my house. Now I know that she was just trying to get me away from her and her friends when they were outside, but I believed her. I didn't leave the yard alone until I was eleven, and even then I took a baseball bat.
When I was little I used to think that the sign outside taverns advertising Free Pool meant that anyone could go in and go swimming.
My mom told me when I was very young that you had to have a drivers license to push the cart at the grocery store (she thought it was annoying when people let their kids do it). I believed her until I was probably 11 or 12. Whenever we saw a kid pushing the cart I would want to find a store employee to inform them that a customer was breaking the rules.
When I was young I used to believe that streetlights, instead of coming on automatically when it got dark, were in fact operated by two men sat in a control room with loads of switches.
Due to my mother being a devout nutritionist, I used to believe that the ice cream truck that drove around the neighborhood in the summer was actually a music truck. When I asked my mother why kids would run up to the truck, she plainly stated "They are requesting music."
Not knowing the word “tailgater,” I assumed that it must be a variety of alligator. Family trips to Colorado were terrifying for me, given that my father spent hours cursing all the tailgaters that were RIGHT… BEHIND… OUR CAR.
Before my Grandfather died he always told my sister and I that the vacuum tubes at banks were operated by tiny men inside the machines with tiny Hoovers.
Until my oldest son was almost 5, he believed that the ice cream truck was actually the "music truck" and that he drove around neighborhoods in the summer so that kids could run outside and randomly dance on their front porches as the truck drove by.
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