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- Firemen start fires.
- Getting fired means being set on fire.
- You can be literally anything you want - animal, vegetable or mineral
I used to believe that when you were fired, you were shot.
I used to believe there are two types of grown-ups.
/ Type 1 would be the people who get married, become parents, and go to "work" (usually in an office) every day.
/ Type 2 would be those with an "actual profession" (as opposed to office workers) For example: teachers, bus drivers, firemen, etc. The main difference, however, would be that these people stayed single for their entire life, and couldn't have children.
/ In other words: Type 1 help raising people who would then decide between type 1 and 2, whereas type 2 serve the entire community.
My daughter used to believe that when someone is fired from their job, it meant it literally.
When I was 19 i used to believe that I wasn' t able to be a person of success, because i didn't believe in myself.
Now I found out the power of ideas,
the opportunity make by knowledge,
the energy of massive action and persistency:)
Remember when you were told "you can't be what you want to be when you grow up unless you do good in school"? i used to think it meant someone had to choose for you. then i learned you actually couldn't get a career at all.
When I was 10 years old, I used to believe that the accountants always counted money all the time.
I used to think that if you met your parents' boss, your parents would be fired!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
As a child, I overheard my mom talking with someone about an acquaintance who got fired, and literally took it to mean that people who do a bad job get killed by being thrown into a fire. For a while I was terrified of what would happen if I wasn't good at my job when I grew up
When my husband was a kid his mom worked as a bartender, and he thought that meant she was allowed to get drunk at work. How else was she to know how the drinks she made tasted?
I used to think that my teachers knew everything.
I was once a young, Catholic schoolgirl who didn't think that nuns had to pee. I also didn't know that Christian monks existed- I thought they were all "Chinese Pagan." Thank goodness I never said that ot loud.
My cousin and I had a long conversation about popularity and princesses when we were little. We were convinced that if we became really popular, people would elect us to be princesses and we'd live in huge mansions.
I saw a lot of Geico commercials. I thought that "15 minutes could save you 15% or more on car insurance" meant that the longer you talked on the phone, the more money you would save. If you could keep them busy for 100 minutes, your insurance was free!
I used to believe that being a nun was a job. I thought you went in for your hours and came home to your husband and kids just like any other job. I wanted to be a nun to wear the habit and imagined coming home to cook dinner for my family
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I thought if someone worked full time it meant they worked 24/7 and never did anything else!
I used to think that whatever you wanted to do as a job when you got older, that is what you would do. You just had to choose. I didn't factor in doing well in school and all that stuff.
When I was around 5 I got the kind of mines that blew up and the kind that people dug in for coal ect. Mixed up. I knew that the kind that exploded were pretty small so the idea thatc anyone could get in there was hard to picture so I figured miners were vrry tiny people.I was further confused when my dad said mining was a dangerous job because of the explosions which further reinforced my misconception.I remember imagining a line of little ant like miners filing into one of those round iron mines with the lumps on the outside through a tiny door while sad music played in my head.
At 4-6 years old, whenever I heard a fire-truck siren in the distance, I would run outside with a plastic fire-hat and axe. I assumed that if the firemen saw me in uniform, they would pick me up in their truck so I could help them battle a blaze.
I thought that when you bought something you gave the person money and they gave you some money back. Always. No concept of making change. Or checks and credit cards for that matter.