When I was ten or eleven, I asked my mother, "Do they paint the lines on the road by hand or do they use a machine?" My mother answered, "They go and bend over and paint it by hand. They have to go to a special school to learn how to paint so straight." Yeah, thanks Mom.
A childhood belief about in the street
others believed things like this
- My sister once asked her mother why she didn't paint her black....Anon
- I used to believe that if you mixed red, blue, green, and yellow paint you'd get plaid!— Judith Ann
- When I was little, I thought that clouds were made by someone spraying white spray paint onto air.— Hadla
- I thought that the jetstream from planes was white paint. Which was constantly poured out from the plane.— Tore
- that if you stuck out your tongue at your mother, your hand would stick up out of the grave when you died.— Elaine. London
- I believed that the gap between the double yellow lines in the road was a special lane for motorcycles.— Joel