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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
When I was little I used to think that there was just one mailman for the entire world and that was why our mail always came so late in the day.
When my mother said the Venetian blind factory would be built in Fresno, I marveled that blind Venetians could construct anything.
When I was about 6 or 7 my Dad worked and got to fire people a lot. When he came home one night and said he had fired someone, I thought, that's horrible how could Daddy be that mean? Until I was aroung 10 I thought that if you got fired, whoever fired you took you outside, lit a match, and set you on fire.
I used to think that being a bird watcher or a scoutmaster were professional paid occupations.
At one time I wanted to be a bird watcher or scoutmaster because they seemed to be easy jobs.
My dad was in the reserves. One time when I was [10 I asked him what he did the two weeks a year when he went to summer camp. He told me that he painted jeeps. What he failed to mention was that was one thing he did a long time ago so until I was a teenager I believed that every year when he went to "summer camp" all he did was paint jeeps.
My dad was a financial investment advisor. When I was little and he would come home at night, my mom would always ask him how the stock market was that day. And he would always answer that it went up or down. Until I was about 10, i pictured a huge stadium with socks on pegs filling every wall and a ceiling that rose and fell.
When I was a kid I used to think that the critics were actually a real board of people whose job it was to find problems with everyones work. I decided that I wanted to be one when I grew up.
I used to believe that once you got out of Pre-school you instantly went to work and worked in the same profession as your father. On the day we had a little pre-school graduation thing I went up to my father and started crying telling him I was a failer and would have to be homeless because I didn't know how to be an accountant.
when i was little (like 4-5) i wanted to be a clerk in a big market because i thought that all money people give me is mine.
when i worked at papa johns as my first job, for awhile i thought you couldnt relax in the back of the store, like it was forbidden or something.
One day at school when I around 5 we learned about "strangers." When I came home I told my mom that I wanted to be a stranger when I grew up so that I could give candy to children.
I used to beleive that in preschool the teachers would get in sleeping bags in the the big room and stay there till class started the next day
i thought that being a stripper ment that i got to make clothes.
I used to believe that Fired and Hired both meant that you were out of a job. Me and a friend also thought it was an insult. We used to run up to other kids and yell, "Your fired! Your hired!"
I believed when i grew up i would be an inventor. I would invent the solar powered flashlight, and be the first to invent an oblect which alows you to breath under water by putting a fish head in your mouth.
I spent ages wondering what a bart ender was as a child without realising that it was actually bar tender.
At the dinner table each night, my father would regail us with stories from work. He often referred to his co-workers by last name. I thought it was amazing that one of the people he worked with was half man half woman. One night I mustered the courage to ask whether they were split down the middle, or at the waist. The table roared for minutes while I blushed. The co-workers name was "Sheehee".
When I was about 5 my father belonged to the Rotary Club. Each year the Rotary Club ran the Merry Go Round at the 4th of July Fair, so it made perfect sense to me that my dad was actually in the Rodeo. That he wore a suit to work every day, and didn't own or ride a horse made no difference to me. My dad was in the rodeo. I still laugh at the idea of my dad in the rodeo.
Once i asked my dad how people knew what food was edible and what wasnt. He said there are people who check if its edible. So for many years I believed there sat people out in fields eating whatever is grown to see if it was poisonous or not.
My dad is a UPS guy and he leaves in the morning to go to workand when he comes home he bring milk or ice cream. So one day my mom decided to ask my little brother who was about four what dad does when he goes to work. Mom said,"Do you know what daddy does when he goes to work?" He said," He gets milk and ice cream!" That still makes me laugh!