I used to believe that the dark, trench-coated, hat-wearing figure with slanted glowing eyes on “Neighborhood Watch” signs was actually a member of the neighborhood watch. I envisioned him as a stealthy crime-fighter, cloaked in black and sneaking around the neighborhood after sunset to keep an eye out for criminals. I assumed his picture was on the signs as a deterrent so burglars would know he was watching from the shadows with his piercing white eyes, waiting to pounce the moment they broke the law. I also deduced that each neighborhood had their own “Watcher” since the signs were everywhere. At some point it occurred to me that the drawing was actually the caricature of a thief – the kind of people the neighborhood was watching out for rather than a neighborhood superhero.
A childhood belief about in the street

others believed things like this
- when I was growing up I truly believed that my neighborhood was the only neighborhood with "THE CORNER"— Brid
- i used to believe anyone who didn't live in my neighborhood was rich.— Spencer
- Having seen enough red octagonal STOP signs in my time, I used to look out for green circular GO signs.— Gary
- I used to look for an Indian along the roadside because of signs that stated
"watch for fallen rock"— pam petry - As a kid, I thought "No Outlet" signs meant the houses past that point didn't have any electrical outlets.— Julie
- I used to believe the way they counted up votes was by counting the signs people used to put on their yards— Jaci Marshall