There was a road that ran off mine where my parents friends used to live, Reg and Maureen. I once asked my dad what the road was called and he insisted it was Reg And Maureen Road, and as I couldn't read those words I believed him. The next week I had to write a postcard with my address on it, and I wrote Mum And Dad Road as I thought everything worked like that... I was confused when I realised my next-door-neighbour would call our road something different.
A childhood belief about in the street
others believed things like this
- I used to call the shoulder of the road, the elbow.Anon
- I believed the mosque down the road was Aladdin's castle, and my mum went along with it to keep me happy.— Elena
- On family road trips, my parents always told me that water towers were filled with chocolate.— Edith
- I believed that the gap between the double yellow lines in the road was a special lane for motorcycles.— Joel
- i always thought that a DEAD END sign
as where they put all the road kill.
— pav - I thought when a road sight said Dead End that someone had actually died there.Anon