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I used to think that the handy-cap parking spaces in parking lots were for reserved for people who were only going into the building to use the bathroom, since the pictures looked like someone sitting on a toilet. I figured that the parking spaces were so close the the doors so that people could get to the bathroom faster.
I thought that the stripes of the zebra crossings was from a squashed zebra
In the inner city, one of the main streets I saw was named 'Gay Street.' I thought that many gay men were living along the street.
I thought when i was a kid, that all mailboxes had tubes that brought your mail to the person u sent it to.
When I was 5 I always used to say sorry to lamp posts, when I walked into them. That should have taught me to look where I was going, but still, at the age of 14, I still walk into things.
i used to think that if you went to high on a swingset and went all the way around the beam you'd turn inside out.
I used to believed that the sign on houses 'to let' was a toliet and that there was lots of them!
i used to think that you actually were permitted to stand in a firelane because of the signs that read "no parking or standing in firelane"
I used to believe that semi trucks were cement trucks, and that actual semis were just big trucks.
I was convinced for years that there was nothing underneath a road, if it subsided you would fall into a huge ocean
A friend of mine used to believe that the conveyer belts in airports that you pick your luggage up on ran from city to city
I used to believe when you moved house they took your house out of the ground and strapped it to a car so you could take wherever you wanted to.
I used to believe that when you moved house you swapped house with the person moving into your old house.
When I was eight, I used to think that a lady who lived a few doors down from my Grandma was insane.
Grandma lives in this apartment building only for old people. It had eleven floors and Grandmda lived in apartment 901, so you can guess how huge it was, especially to an eight-year-old
Anyway, this lady would crank up her TV really loud, and whenever you would go past her door, you could hear her screaming stuff. Sometimes, you could hear her screaming stuff at Bob Barker early in the morning.
One time, I was messing around the house while Grandma was cooking dinner. Since Cabin Fever was settling in, she told me to "entertain myself". Since Grandma was sixty-something, there wasn't much to do that was exactly thrilling. So, I decided to stare out of the little peephole in Grandma's door. After staring for several minutes, I was horrified when I saw this old lady coming down the hall way, staring into all of the peepholes. Needless to say, Grandma had a hard time convincing me to unlock the bathroom door and come out.
When I was about six i always thought that if someone was moving they were going to trade houses with someone else that was moving. Then i had the question, what if no one else was moving? Who would they trade with?
I used to believe that if I went down the bottom of the hill to the pedestrian underpass near where I lived that the punk-rockers would get me.
Then again, they probably would have you know...
I used to believe that there where little mice the the street lights that turned them on and off.
Directly across the street from my home was a very old house that was abandoned. Trees and things had grown up around it, and it looked creepy. During the summer, lightening bugs would fly in the house and it would light up the rooms of the house. I would sit and stare at the house looking for any possible movement of a ghost or something. When I got much older (and braver) I went into the house to get over my fear of it.
i used to think that throwing letters in the letterbox at the same time they would arrive at the same address so i always put them in seperately...
i used to think that if i walked across the street slowly when it was dark, a car would come out of nowwhere and run over me. so i would run as fast as i could across the street to whereever i was going.
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