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When I was a child, I lived in Canada, where the cars are on the otherside of the road, and the driver sits on the otherside of the vehicle. When I spotted a double decker bus, whilst on holiday in England, I shouted "Holy macaroni, a bus with no doors!!"
When I was a small child, living in New Zealand, the bus driver used to hook your pushchair onto the front of the bus. I remember always being terrified that my mother and I wouldn't get on the bus fast enough and he would drive off, taking my pushchair with him.
I must have really loved that oushchair.
When I was in kindergarten and first started taking the bus, I imagined that the bus was living and all the people on the bus were its internal organs. I never thought about what happenned when the people got off though...
Oh, and the bus had a name too. It was Thump, so whenever we went over a speed bump I would say "Bumpitty bump there goes Thump!".
When I was about ten I read a book called 'Slipt', and in one part a school bus gets hit by a train and all the kids get killed. From that point on I would only ride next to the emergency exits on school buses so I could get away if I saw a train coming.
I learned very young that you couldn't pass a school bus on the road. However, whoever told it to me left out the part about not being able to pass a _stopped_ school bus. I always would get very nervous when my dad would pass a moving one.
When I was in kindergarted, I rode the bus to school. There was a sort of hump at the front of the bus....naturally I assumed there was a bathroom under it in case anyone had an emergency!
My mom used to be a bus driver. Back then, the buses had a key, and a special switch that you had to push to turn it off, and if you just took out the key, it wouldn't turn off. She had the kids on the bus believing that she drove the Magic School Bus, because she could pull out the key while driving and the engine would keep running. She avoided the 'change the bus into something' questions by claiming she could only do it on field trips (who knows what she said on field trip days...).
On the busews in Victoria there are signs that say "Please leave by rear doors." My Mum told me she believed that the signs were written by a man named Rear Doors who owned all the buses in order to transport his large family around. He was telling the other passengers to "please leave" his bus.
I used to believe that cars were fueled by peanutbutter, because one time on Magic Schoolbus, this dude lost a sandwich in the gas tank or something, and the peanutbutter was going through like gas, and making the bus work ... at least that's how i remeber it.
I used believe that if a person pressed the button at a cross walk, a bus would come along.
All through my childhood our family called open topped busses 'Bertie Busses', convinced that this was their official name. I realised that other people didn't call them this but I assumed it was because they weren't 'in the know' like our family and insisted to my friends that BERTIE BUS was the correct name.
Years later as an adult, I discover my mum had jokingly named the busses Bertie after my very bald Uncle Bert who like the busses, had little on top!
I used to think that public buses were "free" like school buses.
I thought if you missed the bus he'd run you over! Some bullies told me so, it never did lol.
Kiedy byłam małym rozkosznym dzieckiem to myślałam ze ludzie którzy wchodzą do autobusy przenoszą się w czasie. po prostu myślałam ze autobus jest istnym wechikułem czasu
In Japan there are change automats in the busses. My sister believed that we took the bus to earn money from the change automat.
I used to think buses were the same as the school coach!
When we went to the city centre by bus, we made the return journey from a different bus stop to that at which we'd arrived. So I thought we went back to a _different_house_ that was somehow arranged to resemble the house we'd left earlier.
my sista used to believe that wen buses broke down it was because their batteries had run out....
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