cars

i used to believe that in cars which had air conditioning, metal hands would come down and condition your hair!

Lauren W

I was around 6 while driving in the car with my mom, dad and little sister. I remember seeing a car go by and I said hey, that car's a "Grand Prix" only I pronounced it "Pricks". My mother didn't miss a beat and proceeded to tell me about penis's etc. I was so mortified that I just shrank back into the seat and waited for her to finish.

Beesha

Uno that strange whirring sound you hear in a car as it reverses? I use to believe that it must of been something “winding up”, i guess i thought so because of those little toy cars, and because of that i thought a car could only “wind” backwards until the spring could wind no more. Then you had to go forward! I can still remember wondering what diasters could be if you just keep on reversing!!!

Little Silly Silvio "now grown up engineering student LOL"

up until i was 6 years old or so i thought the highbeams light on cars looked like a pie being thrown. so that when some1 got mad (and in real life flashed someone with there highbeams) when that light lit up we threw a pie at them some how

cody

My sister pointed at a car with a bug cover, which may also be known as a bra, and leaned over to me, got all up in my face and said "Hey Kevin, if you crash in a car with one of those on it, you AUTOMATICALLY DIE!!" I believed her until I was about 12 and I figured out that my sister was a liar.

Kevin Corso

When I was younger, I used to think the window defroster button looked like a basketball hoop. Therefore, I assumed that pressing it would lower a little basketball hoop that you could play with if you were bored. I told this to my dad, and he told me it was true, and that the basketball hoop comes out of the rear-view mirror.

Amy

when i was younger i thought cars were alive and smart. always knowing where we were going and taking us there. i didnt realize about the driver.

bill

My ex-boyfriend used to believe that his dad had a "Turbo Boost" button in his car. They'd be going down the road and his dad would hit the "Turbo Boost" and they'd go really fast. When he grew up he realized it was just the emergency flashers.

Jess

I used to believe that a car needed some ongoing fire to make it go...maybe from hearing about spark plugs? If the fire got out of hand it could cause the car to catch fire, like a lady who drove up to our house with a fire under her hood one day. I was worried about car fires for quite some time.

Sparky

I used to believe that car seats and playpens were for problem children to keep them confined. My mother had four children and never had a car seat or play pen for any of us. Even when my brother was born in 1965 seven years after me, she didn't see the need for them. Incidently he almost fell out of our 1963 Oldsmobile, when he was sitting near the door and it came open. I jumped up from the back seat (not seatbelted in) and grabbed him! He
was around 6-8 months old.

Big Sister

As a little kid, I thought that cars were living things because they moved and that made me think that they could go to the bathroom! I wondered "why don't I ever see cars going to the bathroom?"

I had some imagination.

Anon

When i was younger,say about 5 or 6, i asked my father what thos bumps (reflectors) were on the road; he told me they were so that blind people could drive. Can you believe that i believed him?

Teenerz

***I used to believe that everyone had to be in bed at a certain time at night and there was always someone who would get up first. and that person would be the first person to be the first one on the road and driving.

C H R I S T E N

When I was younger I used to belive that the price for a gallon of gas for your car was the price to fill your own tank. And every time someone would say that the price is expensive I thought that it was really cheap.

Anon

I used to believe wen i wuz little that wen they called smaller vans a mini van, they meant "Minnie". So then i figured they must called bigger vans "Mickey" vans. (Like Minnie and Mickey mouse)

Anon

When I was little I thought when you drove over a certain part of the road a certain song would play. Like there was a track or something your car drove on. I used to ask my dad to go back to where we were so I could hear that song again!

ONEWILDCHILD

My friend (Heather) was and i just turned 17 so we went up to the goldcoast (i drove)
We had to go on a toll way. I only had large notes so i pulled into the "manual" service lane. We were about to go through a toll bridge when my friend read the signs above the two different lanes:
"automatic" and "manual".
"No No No! " she screamed, "we're in the wrong lane, your cars an automatic!"
Omigod, it was so funny, i told the toll booth man, and he started crying with laughter

hezmo

I used to believe that every car operated differently; that you had to be trained to drive each individual car. When we had to get a rental car once, I was astounded and amazed when my mom started and drove it immediately. It wasn't our regular car, so how did she know how to drive it? I thought she was all-powerful. It took me a long time to figure out that all cars work the same way.

Sarah

I use to belive that the roads would open up when you drove and people would grab on to them and run you to your destination. I thought the steering wheel was just a head rest. Man I sure was weird.

Matthew R.

My dad had this Maxima and there was a female voice in it, so whenever the door opened or he started the car, the voice would say, "The door is open" and "the car has started". Well, I was really little and my dad use to tell me that a actual woman was in there. Well, of course I believed it. So one day I said, "daddy, why don't you let her out?". He replys saying, "She works for me". I frowned then leaned forward, trying to hear her. "daddy, I hear her breathing!", I said. When the breathing was actually the engine running. He shurugged. Then I started throwing a tantrum and screamed, "LET HER OUT! LET HER OUT DADDY! PLEASE! SHE'S LONELY!. It was really funny for my dad.

Imani