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When my dad was a little kid he thought that there was a person in the basement that would stack the steps back up for the escalator.
I used to believe green houses were made of icicles, because that is what they looked like from the road.
You know how in some roads there are two yellow stripes in the middle? Once I saw my imaginary friend (FrogBoy) driving a remote control car down those lines. So up until I was eight I believed that all little boys who owned remote controlled cars would just walk between those yellow lines, driving their remote control cars to their hearts content. No girls did this because toy cars are a boy thing. 'Little Sally-Sue' dolls, however, well, they're a different story.
when i was little i used to think that the garbage men would kid nap me.. i ran away from then until probebly grade 9
when i was little i used to believe that garbage trucks ate the trash and i was scared that if the trash guys seen me they would feed me to the truck
When I was about four, I was always being babysat by my mother's friends. One of them lived right on a street. I would never, ever looked up the street because I was convinced that Godzilla and dinosaurs would be fighting up there. -_-;;
when i was little i used to think that the cats eyes in the rad were actually real cats eyes!Anad that the cats were stuck to the road poking their eyes through , and people used to come and feed the cats once i a while!
I used to believe that the gate house to a country estate near our home was Red Riding hood's cottage and the trees in the grounds were the wood where the big bad wolf would get me. One day my Mum took me to visit a friend of hers who was renting the cottage. I was really disappointed to find out it wasn't true.
When I was a kid we had a neighbor called Old Man Sam, and if you stepped on his lawn he would chase you away because it was private property. So I thought Private Property was some kind of special designation he had gotten from the city.
I used to believe that midgets were just really smart babies
i used to believe that public houses were just houses were the public could go and live
When I was 5 my 7-year-old next door neighbor told me the UPS man stole kids and we should all hide so he wouldn't take us. For YEARS I hid from UPS trucks!
After being fixated with Thomas the Tank Engine and how the streets lights turned on I finally came to a logical conclusion. I believed that the fat controller lives inside the lamp post on a little chair and turned on the lights when it go dark.
Driving down the road one day, I pointed up at a giant crane at a construction site and asked my mom what it was for.
She must have thought I was looking at something else, because she mentioned something about it helping her lease the car.
For years I thought that cranes would go and pick cars out for you for a lease...
i used to think that when you put cans into the recycling machine to get paid... i thought the quarters that came out were made out of the cans by the machine.
When i was little i thought that one particulary large telephone pole was the eiffel tower, and that there were two since i knew we weren't in france.
When I was little we used to get those big bags of ice. So one day when i was just learning to read we went to go get some ice and we passed an office so I looked at my mom and told not to go there because they are "off ice".
i used to think that an ambulance waz a truck with a bed in it. And u'd sleep in dere if dere waz a monster under the bed.
i used to believe that when you stepped on,
and crunched leaves you could control them.
My brother used to think those yellow street signs with the wavy lines behind a car that indicated curves on the road ahead actually meant that there were snakes on the road ahead. If I recall correctly he was quite frightened by this.
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