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I used to believe when I was very very young that the sound coming out of radio sets was made by very tiny little people.Probably tinier than a third of my pinky then.
My older sibling actually did well to enhance that believe.Well,my kid brain used to think there was a whole world in those tiny boxes.Now I know better;)
My mom used to tell me that if I turned a radio on and went away it would break. I guess she did it to keep me from wasting power. But I beleived her for the next few years, then I started to wonder just how does the radio know when you leave it? Now I am 14 and I still get a little nervous sometimes if I leave a radio on while I'm away.
When I was little, I was convinced that musicians lived inside the radio...little versions of them, that is!
when I was about 5 years old I thought that a there was 1 radio station for the entire world. I thought it was in space conected to a satalite and that it was pretty much a big stage that people would perform on.
I used to think that songs on the radio station played at the exact time the next day or the same day next week. So anytime I heard a song I liked, I checked the clock and tried to memorize the time,but usually i forgot anyway.
when my twin and i were about 6 or 7 we thought when you turn the radio on in the car little people in the speakers would play instruments and sing! one time i figured out a way to open the speaker and i stuck my hand in it! i thought the little people bit me!!!
I used to believe that if you went to another town or state, the radio and TV programs would be different. The first time I traveled out-of-state, I was shocked that the radio still played the same songs that it played at home.
i used believe that there were two little men strapped to the bottom of our car that were really good musicans,(sp?)and they would play every song on the radio. (they must have some good vocal cords) I used to look for them, and once i brought food to them!
when my mom would turn on the radio in the car, i thought that there were little people in the hood of the car singing for us.
In storm broadcasts came on the radio I used to believe it was Helen Keller speaking. Let me explain. I read in a biography that when she learned to speak she sounded robotic because she did not know to let her voice rise and fall. On storm broadcasts the people talking sounded like robots talking which lead me to that belief.
I used to belief when i was child,the peaple were in the radio.
I used to believe when a radio anouncement for a club said "No Cover" that meant No Clothes.
When I was 4 or 5, I was driving in the car with my mom one day and she tells me that I was staring very hard at the dashboard. She asked me what I was looking for, and I responded with "I'm trying to see the little people that sing and play instruments inside the radio."
I used to believe that if you reversed the radio plug in the socket the music and words would come out upside down and backwards.
I used to think that musicians were shrunken down and playing inside my radio. I spent a lot of time looking through any cracks or open spaces trying to see them.
When I was little I used to believe that when the NPR station said "this program is brought to you by you, our listeners," I thought that they were talking about a kind benefactor named U.R. Listeners who always sponsered public radio.
When listening to the radio as a child, I often heard the d.j. stating that to win such and such prize, you had to wait for the "q-ta-call." I was unsure what the q-ta-call was...if it was a special noise or sound that told you when to call. A couple of years ago, a d.j. who spoke more slowly than the others helped me understand what a "q-ta-call" is....its the "cue to call."
When I was young and I listened to the radio, I never understood how they got all those musicians in one studio at the same time. Must've been awfully crowded.
I believed that my car radio was just a bunch of people who hid in my trunk to sing to me. But they always hid when I looked in the trunk.
I used to believe that there were little people inside my radio who sang the music. When my radio broke I figured they'd died. Imagine my surprise when I was opening my Christmas present and I got a new radio. How had they been able to breathe in the wrapping paper? I figured this one wouldn't work either, Santa had suffocated them.