A childhood belief about in the street

When I was young, my mother and I lived in a town home. My mother had the bedroom downstairs, and I had the upstairs room that was more like a loft. It only had a half-wall and I could look down and see the rest of the house. Well, across the way was a long, narrow window that stretched across the opposite wall with a view of a fairly busy street (I don't remember if it was a highway of some sort or not). But when I was little I always thought that the world stopped at a certain time. And by that I mean, I thought everyone went to bed at a certain time. I thought that if I stayed up long enough, the cars would stop driving by because everyone would be at home and in bed. I would climb on my bed and rest my head on the half-wall behind it and watch the cars waiting for them to stop. Needless to say, that never happened, and I always fell asleep waiting for it to. My young mind just couldn't conceive the idea that people were up at all hours of the night and morning.