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i believed for the longest time that after about 8 pm all the roads were closed (just like stores) and everyone had to be at home with their families and going to bed...
i use to believe that when walking down the side walk if i were to step on a crack i would break my mother's back
I used to believe that fire trucks carried all the water they used to put out fires in the back of their trucks, so if they ran out of water, another fire truck would have to come.
As embarrassing as it is (i'm 19), I only found out yesterday that they connected their trucks to a water supply underground.
On our street there was a manhole with a small hole in it. We believed that the devil lived down there and every once in a while we would drop a pebble down there and listen hard to see if we could hear him howl.
On the way to my grandparents' house, there was a Les Schwab tire store. For some reason, I had myself quietly convinced that it was a French word - as in "les schwab," the plural of "le schwab." I must have been 10 or 11 by the time I figured out that it was probably just founded by a man nicknamed Les.
I used to believe that a stranger was a man with an X on his coat
when I was little I asked my mother howcome streetlamps turned themselves on at night. She told me there was a little man inside each lamp, that could tell when it got dark and cold, so he turned the light on himself to keep him warm.
I asked my dad how the concrete mixing truck would turn by itself and he said there were people inside turning it all day.
I used to avoid walking near the storm drains by the sidewalk; I thought I would fall in and wouldn't be able to get out.
I used to believe that when people moved, a big bulldozer would physically move their house to a new neighborhood.
When I was four, my dad told me the volleyball poles stuck in the beach were put there by walruses as part of a migratory ritual every August. I totally believed him. Jerk.
There was a little restaurant three blocks away from the house I grew up in, it had the words "Bar and Grill" painted in the front window. Until around age 9, despite being quite literate, I thought that it actually read "Bar and Girl." Reflecting back, that might not have been such a horrible advertisment to attract the men!
I never wanted to go down a street that was a Dead End. I was certain that there were a bunch of dead people back there waiting for me.
i use to believe at night that indians were coming down my street pounding on there drums i could actually hear them!!
I believed for many years if I was caught taking the shortcut to school I would be glued to the ground. I was in grade one when the older kid told me this. I thought I would turn into a statue with birds nesting on my shoulders.
I used to believe that the Fire Station was where all fires occurred.
Our church had a charity drive to collect clothing for the poor. My mother bought a pair of mittens to donate. I asked her, "But what if the person who gets them lives somewhere where it's not cold enough to need mittens?" She explained that these clothes were all for people right there in our town! I had no idea that there were poor people so close to us - I thought they all lived in faraway countries, like on the "Save the Children" commercials.
i used to believe that if you walked in the path of a stangers footsteps you would adopt their fortune or miss fortune as the case may be.... how mad is that!
When I was little, I always thought handicapped parking places were wheelchair parking only--I actually thought people would park their wheelchairs there, then get up and walk into the building. I could never understand why those spots were never used like that.
We lived one block from a fire station until I was 2-1/2 years old. I heard the sirens and would always run to the window to watch the trucks drive by. My father once carried me outside to watch. As they drove by, I asked him where they were going. He explained they were going to put out a fire at someone's house. I wondered WHY anyone would want to set fire to their house, just to have the fire trucks visit them. I never asked this question out loud, just pondered over it. Still ponder 'humanity' questions at age 62.
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