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I used to think that when you turned off the radio, all the words and sounds would pile up in a jumble then come spilling out when you turned it back on.
I used to think that when I was listening to the radio that the frequency was how much it costed, like per hour of use. So i would normally listen to 84.5, but not 107.5, cause I wanted to save my money.
I didn't know about radio stations - I always thought that radios knew who was listening to them, and played what that person liked.
I used to believed that there are tiny people living inside the radio and read those news broadcasts. I used to spend a lot of time standing behind the radio (which is quite big at that time) trying to catch someone when they are out shopping. I have never spotted one, but I figured out that they did so when I'm asleep.
I used to believe that there will little men in green suits playing the music in the radio, and that they were starving. I used to try to stuff small peices of food into my radio.
I used to think that if you bought an old radio you only heard old radio programmes/songs. So to keep up to date you had to keep buying a new one.It still seems feasible and a shame that it's not true!
I used to think that when Dad turned the radio up in the car the artist was made to sing louder!!
I used to believe that when a person would listen a vintage radio, the "old-timers" music would play. I thought that since the radio was old, the music from it would be, too
I used to believe that whatever year of a car you owned, the radio in that car only played music from the year of the car.
Up until I was eight, I believed in my own theory (I called it the Radio Head Theory). The Radio Heads were little people who lived inside of your radio and TV. They played all the characters and sang all the songs from inside of the Audio Studio (the speakers). My theory was that our radio was like another Earth to the Radio Heads; every station was a different country or city.
I saw one jump out of my radio and now I am scarred for life.
When listening to Terry Wogan on the radio, I used to think that the musicians/singers were there in the studio with him, as sometimes he'd make comments that sounded like he was talking to them. Things like "thanks for that, what a great song"
when my friend was little she used to believe that the people in the radio could hear her back.She believed this until she was 6
When I was around 4 years old, I thought little people used to live in our radio.
I used to believe my father's antique radio played old songs because the radio was old. I didn't realize it was the station he listened too!
I used to think that you can always talk back at the radio, but then i noticed that sometimes it didn't talk back. That's when i noticed that YOU can only HEAR the radio! My mom had to point it out for me after i screamed loudly at the radio.
When I was a little kid, I used to think that there were little tiny singers in the radio.
I believed that the song on the radio was somehow tied to your location in the car, so that if you wanted to hear the same song again you could just turn the car around.
as a child of about 5 years old i used to think when listening to the radio and you turned ot off, when you turn it on an hour later, the programmes continued from when you turned it off. i must have been about 7 or 8 before i knew different. the worst thing about this is the fact that i can still remember an arguement regarding this with my best friend. so can he.
when i was a kid i had a small cassette player. i have to say that music was the best thing in the world at that time for me. one day my "magic box" broke. i didn't understand what happened and i thought that if i concentrate hard and ask my player to work again, it would do it for me! but it never did. I tried so hard for a long time...
--I was sure that the sounds coming out of our stereo speakers were made by little men who lived inside the stereo cabinet. i was really excited because I thought the Monkees lived in there. I used to talk to them through the speaker. "I love you Davey. No, I love peter. No wait, Mickey."