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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
Until I learned that minor and miner were homonyms, I thought that the reason miners could not buy tobacco was because it would be dangerous to light a match around dynamite.
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.
I've always had a fetish for jewelry. When I was a child, I noticed that all of the cashiers at the grocery store had rings on. I thought that the rings were part of the uniform given to them. I told my mom that I wanted to be a cashier when I grew up so that I could have lots of rings too.
When I was little my dad got a job as a dispatcher at the local police station. Until I was about 6 I believed that he was a "ditch patcher" and thought he fixed holes in ditches. Even visiting him at work didn't dispel my visions of him filling in holes with dirt from a bucket.
When I was about 5 or 6, I really admired those girls who worked at the hospital and wore red and white striped uniforms. I had seen that these girls were called candy stripers. Unfortunately I misprounced it. When people asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I would tell them proudly "candy stripper!"
My mom and my (much older than I) sister were asking all the kids in the car one day what they wanted to be when they grew up. I sat right up and said "well, I'm going to be a Hooker when I grow up!" I thought Hookers modeled clothing on street corners. I guess I was about 10 at the time.
Whenever I asked my father what he did at work, he always responded "I make money." (He was an insurance claims adjuster, so I can see why he couldn't explain that to a 4 year old!). However, I pictured him going to a factory and actually printing money to take home and spend. We were lucky no one ever turned him in for counterfeiting, since that's basically what I told everyone my dad did!
One day our teacher asked us to find out what our parents did for a living. My mother was outraged as she is from another country and thought they were just trying to find out how much money our family made. She told me to tell the teacher she was a prostitute (I didn't know what it was). I did. You should have seen the teacher's face. She called my mom to tell her I said that.
When I was young, I desperately wanted to work in the circus when I grew up, as I thought this job was mainly hitting lions with chairs. I believed this until i proudly proclaimed it to my summer camp leader when i was 7, where he rightfully corrected me and told me what people actually did in the circus.
When I was a little kid, I my parents asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I proudly told them that I wanted to be a toll booth operator. When they asked me why on Earth I'd want to do that, I explained that it was because people always gave them money.
I was under the impression that they got to keep all of it.
When I was 6 years old, I used to sit next to my best friend in class. He always had new pencils and I couldn't get my head round to how he could possibily change them so often.. when I asked, he told me that his father owned a Pencils Factory and that was right in his house, in a room that I've never entered! I totally believed him, and he would bring me a new pencil almost everyday...
Whenever I go to his place, I still look at that door - behind which there's only a washing machine! - as the door to the factory!
When I was younger, I would look at the papers on my Dad's desk. When I saw the contributions to his IRA (Individual Retirement Account), I thought he was giving money to the Irish Republican Army.
When I was in kindergarten, my teachers occasionally mentioned Mr. Mont, the school principal. A good ways into the year, we were told Mr. Mont was dropping by the classroom for a visit. And so he did, but imagine my disappointment when he turned out to be a human... since, for some strange reason, I'd been expecting a kangaroo. I'll never know why, but up until the point I actually saw him in person, every mention of Mr. Mont conjured up the mental image of a real, live kangaroo who was led around the school on a leash.
When i was little i wanted to be a lolly pop lady when i grew up because i truly believed that you got payed in lolly pops so it was my dream job.
I grew up in Reno where there were always signs posted by the slot machines that said "No Minors". I thought that they didn't want miners to play the slot machines because they were already rich enough from mining all the gold.
my dad can balance things on his nose, like broomsticks and chairs. when i was little i used to be so fascinated by it. when i was about five, he jokingly told me that he learnt the skill as a clown in the circus.
i believed him until i was 15!
I used to believe that whenever my parents were going to work they went to a huge building where all the other grown-ups went to have a huge party.
When I was little, I was really interested in birds and wildlife. One day, when our teacher asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I told the class that I wanted to be a 'naturist'. I thought a 'naturist' was someone who studied nature. I didn't realise at the time that it meant that you ran around with no clothes on!
Our daughter Cathy, when she was about three years old, would see my husband go through the door to the garage in the morning, and come back in through the door when he got home from work in the evening. One day she asked me, "What does Daddy do in the garage all day?"
I used to think that when you got fired, you got shot. My friend Scott told me his father was fired, and I was quite sad for him. I got the shock of my life when I saw his father walking around perfectly healthy a few days later.