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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 always believed that a radio station was the best place to work.... afterall, all those musical stars there all day, everyday, just stopping by to sing one of their songs! What job could be greater?!
When I was little, I owned a Cinderella book in which Cinderella was referred to as a "maid." I asked my mom about that, and she said that "maid" was a shortened way to say "maiden." So, the next time we went on vacation, I referred to the woman who cleaned the hotel room as a maiden.
I always believed that garbage men only worked on Mondays because that was the day they came to my house. I couldn't figure out what they did the rest of the week.
When i was young i used to believe that a person had a job where they but blue food coloring into the ocean to make it blue. Since the water that came out of the sink was always clear i thought they were trying to make the ocean more interesting so more people would come.
I used to beleive that when people got sacked from work the boss would put them in a sack and throw them into the rubbish and then they would eventually die frm rubbish fumes and get eaten by rats
i was distraught when my brother told me tinkie winkie from teletubbies got sacked
but now i know he was safe =]
When I was little (around 4 or 5) I assumed that when you became an adult (which I reasoned to be around age 14), you automatically got a paycheck in the mail every few days. Work was just something adults did to fill the time. I wondered who sent the paychecks out, and guessed that it was probably the president and that's why he was so important. Then I wondered why he gave some people more money than other people and how he picked who got to be rich. I figured people who were nice to him and wrote him letters got more money, so I started writing letters to Ronald Reagan (who I also thought was Ronald McDonald, just without clown make-up) asking him to give my mom more money so we could have a helicopter and a pony. I used Scooby-Doo and Hello Kitty stickers as postage, so I'm fairly sure they never made it to the White House.
When I was little I wanted to become a Vampire as an adult (this was way before Twilight) and thought this would be a normal "job" for adults. Since the blood-sucking was not my thing I figured out it would be the same to suck red jam out of donuts. I was really looking forward to becoming a vampire and eating donuts all the time :)
When I was very young (about 4 or 5) my Dad used to go to work and I would stay home with my mom since she didn't work. He would leave everyday and I would ask "where is Daddy going?", my mom would tell me "he is going to make some money"... I think until I was like 12 I used to really think he was "making money", I would picture him standing at a huge assembly line type of machine producing brand new pennies. I had no concept of work, I really thought that all the money we had was determined by how much he was able to "make" when he went out everyday.
I used to believe that what my dad did at work was what every other dad did at work: turned a handle on a machine and then money came out.
When I was about 5 my mother had an evening job packing biscuits at Peek Freans factory in South London. She told me one day that the supervisor used to come round regularly to tell the workers to whistle to make sure they weren't eating any of this biscuits. I believed her and told people the story for the next 20 years or so. Then she told me she'd been joking.
when I was little my mom told me my father was an engineer. I though that we must leave the house in the morning in a suit and change into his train-driving outfit when he got to the station...
Every morning before my dad would leave for work he would tell me that he was off to make some money. I really thought that he spents his days at a machine creating pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters.
In elementary school, I believed that every day, kids went to school and adults went to work, which meant the streets would be empty. I was shocked when I had to go to the doctor one day and saw cars out on the road. I thought for sure all these people must be playing hooky from work.
Growing up on a farm, just outseide of a small farming town, I never knew that that science could be boring until I got into highschool (grade 7 for our town's highschool). Prior to that, I actually believed that scientists were all crazy inventors and mad-scientist types, as these were the only types of scientists that were ever shown on TV and in movies. Because of that, I always wanted to be a scientist, so's I could create monsters and time machines and cool laser guns and take over the world. It was a big disappointment when I learned that that wasn't what real scientists were like. My school guidance counceler and many of my family members still don't understand why I suddenly gave up on the idea of being a scientist.
When my mother said the Venetian blind factory would be built in Fresno, I marveled that blind Venetians could construct anything.
My dad works with computers, so when I was little I used to believe that the way he earned money was that the computer printed it out for him.
I believed that when people were fired, they would literally be thrown in fire and engulfed in the flames. I used to tell my mom not to fire anyone while playing because I didn't want to burn anyone.
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!
In kindergarden I had nanny who always drove me to school and babysat me at her house. I knew her husband "Jim Daddy -o-" as I always called him. Jim worked during the night and slept a lot during the day, so when my teacher in 1st grade asked if we knew about any nocternal animals I shouted out to a confused teacher " JIM DADDY -O-
I once asked my parents to buy me something, and they said they couldnt afford it and they showed me how much money they had (a little pocket change)
I went to bed that night and cried myself to sleep, thinking that soon we'd be poor and living in the streets becuase we had no more money. It never occured to me that my dad going to work meant we'd get more.