neighbourhood

I used to believe that the hard white circles of old gum where people spat it out in the street were marks made by walking sticks! I wasn't till I was like 10 that I noticed that the walking sticks were'nt making any marks and that it was gum!

When I was younger, my family and I were visiting my Great-Grand Parents in Bonavista. One day as my family were walking I was looking down a manhole. My dad said if I looked close enough I would see the Ninja Turtles. I looked there all the time. And out side of the one by the Hospital too.
Sometimes I Still look down a manhole. Hoping too see a Ninja Turtle.

When I was little, a white milk truck used to come once a week to deliver milk. Very rarely when I would wake up and walk outside I would see sitting alongside the milk a gallon of chocolate milk. My mom only occasionally ordered it, and somehow I just never happened to see them deliver it on those days. I remember standing on the porch on some days watching the UPS truck going by...and screaming at the top of my lungs "MOM!!! Please get chocolate milk!!!!!"
It's dark brown.....I thought it was the chocolate milk truck.

I use to believe that shop window manequin were real people.I thought it would be great to be paid to stand in a shop window.Imagine my horror when a shop assistant detached a arm.

I use to believe that when we grew out of our clothes we would have to go around naked until our parents bought us new ones. I use to wonder what they would pick out for me because I wouldn't be able to go shopping with them naked.

I used to think that all the street lamps were controlled by one giant light switch, hidden behind some bushes somewhere in the town. I used to imagine it was switched every night and every morning, by a surly caretaker.

I used to belive that the street signs that say the name of the road, were actually people, and the street name was their name. So in grade one when learning directions, when the teacher decided to name a street Kaitlin road, I burst into tears, the teacher had no idea why, so quickly changed it to Justin road. My friend Emily still remembers, and is the only one who knows why I cried, and teases me.

When I was little, there was a street light which didnt light up properly and made a buzzing noise. I used to think it was going to blow up. I used to run past it as quickly as poss, terrified.

I used to believe that the black market was a maket that used to take place under real market stools with black cloths where they sold dead rats! (I think this strange idea from when i learnt about the plague- but still very random seeing as that doesn't have anything to do with the plague!!!)

When i was little, I asked my mom if we could get the pretty stamps at the post office instead of the plain flag ones. She told me "No, they're more expensive." When I was in college I went to buy stamps and decided to splurge and get the pretty ones and so I asked the post office person how much they were. I went home and told my mom and I don't think I've ever seen her laugh so hard. Now i get the expensive stamps all the time.

I used to believe that babies came from water towers, and that parents had to climb those outside ladders to get to the top of the tower, pry open a heavy door, go inside and grab a baby.
If they couldn't make it, no baby.
But they got to keep trying.
I liked to believe that my parents nabbed me on the first try.... ;)

my dad told me that the ticket dispensers in car parks were staffed by people with dwarfism as they were to short to get any other jobs and if you looked really carefully in the ticket slot you could see them in their protective booth!

Once, I was in the car, and my brother and my Dad were talking. We went past a shoprite, and my brother asked "Why not?". For a little bit, I thought Shoprite was called "Why not?".

I used to think then when you walked into the Y.M.C.A
You opened the door of the building and stepped right into the Pool

when i was 5 my grandparents took me to my first yard sale and for a few years i said nothing but thougt it was strange. one saturday my grandfather said we were going to a few yardsales and i just couldnt hold it in anymore i asked "why do some people sell there yards but keep their house?" well they still laugh about it.

One time I was walking with my mom and saw footprints in the cement. I asked her, "How did they get their foot print in there?" She replied, "Because they stepped on the cement when it was wet." Oooh. So for the longest time after that, every time it rained, I would stomp the ground, hoping to leave an imprint. Since I never could do it, I reasoned that it must be because I was still a child and was too light to sink into the cement.