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When I was about 6, my brother once told me that, if he were to press the button you use to take your seatbelt off, the car would start driving at an enormous speed.
For four years, I was terrified of sitting in a car with him, because he threatened to make us crash into a wall.
I used to live at the top of a very steep hill, and when we drove up it in the car i used to believe that pushing on the back of the seat in front would help the car get up the hill!
i used to think that whoever got up the earliest decided which way to drive on either side of the road. i then thought i had this figured out, but the i saw a video from England (I live in the U.S.) and the people were driving on the wrong side. i then went back to my theory of the one who gets up first decides which way to drive.
i used to believe that to drive a car, the steering wheel had to be turned back and forth constantly as they do in cartoons. it never dawned on me to observe the way real people drive.
When me and my sister were little, we thought that "rolling" our arms (putting them in front of our stomachs and making circles around and around) would make the car go faster. So when our family would make long trips on the highway, we'd say "dad, that car's coming up on us. We'll roll our arms to make us go faster". And we'd sit there and madly move our arms in circles, and little by little, we'd go faster. How stupid we were-didn't we know a car has such thing as a gas pedal?!
I use to think the hazard lights button would cause the car to explode.
Our teacher in 4th or 5th grade, actually had us believing that by the time we graduated from High School, we would all be travelling in cars that floated on air, like in that cartoon, "The Jetsons" or something...LOL..What a hoot! That would have been in the 80's by the way...
When I was pretty little, I liked to stick my head out of the car window as we were driving. My dad told me that if I stuck my head out there as we were driving to close to something my head would of course be chopped off. Now, I never sat behind my dad, because he always had his seat pushed back so far it was really uncomfortable. Therefore it never occurred to me that he could be talking about other cars. There was never anything on the outside side of the car but trees, and it didn't seem like a tree branch could really cut your head off, it just wasn't sharp enough. I concluded that there must be a certain kind of tree that had razor-sharp branches specifiacally designed to defend it from little kids hanging out of car windows.
I used to think that when car headlights would shine in your room as they drove past they were actually scanning the room to make sure you were there and that you had to hold your breath ot they would take you away.
I used to think that the railing you see on highways was what made the road called a "turnpike" and so was confused when I would see them on regular streets.
for some werid reason when i was a kid i used to duck any time i went under a bridge in the car i always got the feeling that i was going to bump my head
This was our son when he was about 4 years old. We were out for a drive and Bruce started crying and we asked him why. He said through tears that we were running out of gas. We asked him why he thought that. He said well, the gas gage read F and that ment finished. We asked him, well then what did E meen and he informed us that it ment enough.
I used to believe...that airbags we literally bags of air that came out in car crashes so that if the drivers were in a crushed/mangeled car, they could still breather (with the air from the bags.) Made sense at the time.
I did not understand that the reflectors on the road were reflecting our own light from the headlights back at us. I thought that there were tunnels under the road and that there were people shining flashlights from little holes underneath.
When I was little, around 4 or 5 maybe, and my dad would change gears in the car while we were driving somewhere or would pass someone, I would constantly ask "are you going the speed lemon?" I actually meant "speed limit". I remember my dad laughing when I would ask it and he didn't bother correcting me for a long time.
I used to believe my dad totalled our Opal stationwagon using a sledgehammer. Actually, he'd wrecked it in an accident, and my mom had taken a picture of him next to it, holding a sledgehammer -- but since he had such a temper, I thought he'd just gotten mad at the car!
I used to believe that you had to turn on the turn signals in the car to turn or the wheels would not turn.
I used to believe that the brown UPS trucks kidnapped kids.
I had a young friend whose father would press what looked like a button on the dash of his car, telling her it was turbo boost, and then put his foot down a little harder on the accelerator so the car would 'take off'. She was utterly convinced that the car was going faster because the turbo boost had been switched on!
I stuck a bunch of coins in one of our cars tape players one time because I thought they were tapes.
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