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I used to think that at traffic lights, there were little gnomes or midgets that lived underground, beneath each intersection, and held the ultimate control of when to change the lights to red/green whenever they noticed a certain number of cars backed up at the red light. I also usually got quite upset at the gnomes when we would sit at the light for a long time, figuring that they were on a break and not paying any attention to us or the cars backed up behind us at the red light. This lasted until I was about 11 or so.
When I was little I used to believe that stop lights were operated by tiny little men. These tiny little people each had a flashlight that they would shine against the colored glass in order to change the signals.
i used to think that traffic lights were controlled by police men. i had a very clear image of police men sitting infront of a model version of the streets (which of course only consisted of my town) and pushing buttons, they'd say things like that little girl wants to cross the road lets stop the cars...
I use to believe that my mom could change he traffic light by blowing on it. I guess she had really good timing. Then I realized that she didn't do it when we were in a hurry and figured it out, but it would be cool if we could!
When I was little I used to think that the word for "stop-light" was a** hole. thats because whenever we went to a stoplight it seemed that my mom always said that word. lol.
I used to believe that the yellow street light meant slow down in Georgia and HURRY UP in LA, California. Apparently, i didn't find out that it was just a joke that my mother had told me three years earlier until i was 12!!!
when i was to small to see the green man, and mum told me to wait for the green man to cross the road i expected a life size green man to walk across the road and i was confussed why i never saw him
I used to believe that when you turn right on a red light, you were breaking the law. I believed that untill I got really mad at my mom one day beacuse she turned right so I said, "look out mom, a police car is over there!!" But then, she explaned it to me.
when i was about 4 or 5 and we would drive through and stop at traffic lights, i thought that little trolls lived underground below the lights and controlled traffic in their little underground cities.
When I was young, me and my family were constantly on the road going somewhere. I always wondered how the stoplights worked. I never asked anyone, I just used my imagination--I thought that the stoplights were worked by angels in heaven who had the specific job to change the stoplights all over the world. So I would always pray to God so that the lights would change just for me!
when i was little i always thought that their were little tiny elf people, who ran the lights on the streets( green, red) and when i would see a hole in the side walk or something i would look down the hole to see if i could see the elfs.
When I was little I thought that traffic lights were controlled by little men who lived underground and timed when the light needed to be changed.
When I was little, everytime we came to a traffic light with a crosswalk and the stop hand was flashing, I would start chanting "stop, stop, stop" until the red stop hand finally stopped. I really believed I was stopping it!
I used to think that traffic lights knew if you really wanted to go past them or not.
This is influenced by my older sister, who told me this when driving me to the mall when I was little. :]
I thought that there were pods (rooms) under ever intersection. There were ladies that worked a switchboard to change the lights when they saw too many cars in line.
when I was about 4 or so, i asked my dad how the traffic lights (the red, yellow, green) could know when to change so all lanes of traffic could get a turn. he told me that midgets sat inside them and talked to each other with walkie-talkies. i believed that until i asked my first grade teacher about 2 years later how the midgets get up into the lights in the first place
I was always impressed by what a great job the workers did flipping the switches to change the lights. Their timing was impeccable! It must've taken alot of training to learn how to do that from their offices under the streets.
I spent years believing that little men lived under roads controlling the traffic lights, after I asked my Dad when I was four years old "How do they know when the cars are coming?" This belief also applied to Zebra and Pelican crossings...
when i was young i always thought that traffic lights were big lolly pops that changed colour
I used to believe that God controlled the traffic lights. He would decide when it was everybody's turn to go.
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