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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 sometimes saw chimneysweepers dressed in black, standing on the roofs. I used to think they were monkeys.
I used to go to work overnight on a bus (I don't know why I just did - ok) but everytime someone asked my son what Dad did he said I was a bus driver. I eventually had to create a book on what dad really did (which was managing agas plant).
When I was about 5, my father used to ride his bike to work. So my only connection with dad "going to work" was seeing him ride off on his bike in the morning. When my friends asked me what my father did for a living, I therefore told them, "he rides a bike!"
When I was young, my mom was preparing to go back to work after staying home with us for some time. Mom and dad talked a lot about "working in the field" or "getting back in the field". I thought that she would go out every day in her suit and briefcase, and talk to other business people among haystacks and corn rows.
I used to beleive that my dad had special TVset in his office to see how i behaved all day long. I sow this TVset, Now i know, it was just a monitor for old computer
That Strippers were the ladies who stripped the tablecloths off the tables in night clubs at the end of the evening.
As we drove past our local cinima my 5 year old daughter started to spell out V-I-R-G-I-N and her seven year old sister pronounced "virgin". The inevitable question came from the 5 year old
"Mummy, what is Virgin". I was lost for words but her sister replied in a very superior tone "Don't you know anything, it is someone who works for Richard Branson of course!"
I was happy to let the subject drop, but I remembered it again when the girls had their Nativity assembily. It gives a whole new slant on the Christmas story.
I believed that grown ups got paid their whole salary once a year (sometime around Christmas I think, because I'd heard of Christmas bonus'). I was really shocked to hear that they only got little bits all through the year.
I used to believe that my dad also had a summer vacation like we kids did. I remember the moment I found out my dad had to work all summer long. I've never felt so much empathy and sympathy in my life....
I used to believe that a "full-time job" was truly full time, where you worked 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. It made me worry terribly about growing up - I didn't think I could handle a full-time job.
Whenever the phrase "graveyard shift" or "working graveyard" was used when I was a kid, I always assumed it entailed working outside at night, maybe not necessarily in a real graveyard, but any sort of creepy environment with a lot of digging. I think it stems from growing up in a mining town and picturing a bunch of guys somberly digging for ore and stuff with shovels in the middle of the night. I wasn't very swift as you can probably tell.
i used to believe that my parents (who are reasonably successful in the advertising business) had have second jobs in the local wimpy bar in order to support me and my brother. this was because my dad used it to try and make me and my brother to go to bed early so they could "get to work".
i dont know what age i was but i was sure that being superman was a job and i was dertermined that thats what i was going to do when i grew up.i think i even practised for awhile so id have an advantage over everyone else who wanted to do it.
When i read in shops 'alcohol will not be served to minors', i used to think that all miners were banned from drinking.
From the ages of 2-8 my Dad worked away In Saudi Arabia.
I lived in a small village in Wales, UK, and my house overlooked a mountain that had a small coal mine on it.My mum told me was Saudia was that mountain and my dad was drining teh lorry that i could se etehlights of. Every night i waved goodnight to my dad working on the mountain!
I used to think that "moonlighting" was being a private detective, just like Cybil Shepard's TV series. Once, my mom and I bumped into one of my teachers at a department store (which, btw, I thought was impossible because teachers didn't have personal lives. I figured that in their free time, they sat at home and read books.), and when I asked my mom what she was doing there, she said that she thought she was moonlighting. My mom also told me to be quiet about it because my teacher could get into trouble if people at school found out (although, at this age, I don't think that qualified as violating a noncompetition agreement). I immediately translated this into her being a private detective, plus the fact that I was supposed to keep it hush-hush, so the next day I ran into school and told all my little friends that our teacher was a spy!
When my mom used to say dad went to work to get money, I imagined my dad standing at this large counter filling out checks
and stuff like that.
My cousin lives on a farm, however her parents are not farmers, that side of the business is looked after by employees. When she was little, she came home from school upset. Her parents asked what was wrong. She exclaimed to her father and mother -
"You're not a *real* farmer, and you're not a farmer's wife!"
She believed that they should look like what you see in story books, gumboots, pitchforks, aprons, and pies cooling on windowsills.
I liked cats so much I wanted to be a Vet when I grew up, but, I thought they couldn't eat meat.
I would leave some blank pages in my coloring book - thinking that the trash man would take it home to his children