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When I was a boy there was a saying for hunters that went like this; "Never mix gunpowder and alchol." I thought for the longest time until the proper meaning was explained to me that hunters would take the bullets out of the casings and pour alchol into the gunpowder and replace the bullets to make a more powerful cartridge.

When i was little, my dad told me that when the music from the icecream truck was playing, it meant that they had run out. So everytime the truck came by playing the music, i would get upset because they always seemed to run out when they got to our house.

When I was a child, my mother told me that beehives grew in fire hydrants. She said this because she knew I was afraid of bees, and she didn't want me to climb and play on the fire hydrant in front of my grandfather's house.

Needless to say, I grew up afraid of fire hydrants. I would walk down the street, see a fire hydrant, and cross the street to avoid passing it.

I believed this until I was in high school. Then one day I asked myself, "Haaayyy..... did you actually ever SEE any fire hydrants with beehives in them???" Duuuhhh.......

When I confronted my mother and asked her why she lied to me, she had long forgotten the incident and had no idea what I was talking about!

I went to day camp and we had a view of our state's capital including the bulding in which my father worked. So I thought that if I could see his building then he could see me.

The "wrong way" signs on highways and roads always puzzled me when I was young. I did not understand how someone would know whether or not we were in fact going the wrong way to get to where we were going.
One trip I finally spoke up from the back seat and asked my mom how someone knew or thought that we were going the wrong way to get to grammys house. She just laughed and explained to me what they meant.
I still get a kick out of them when I see them.

I used to believe that the "Now Hiring" sign in restaurants really said "Now Hurrying" and so everytime we passed such a restaurant I would say "Let's go there because they are hurrying!"

My dad once told me that the litte greasy spots on the pavement of parking lots were little kids that let go of their parents hand when walking into a store. I believed that until I was about 8.

I was with my family on holidays, and I saw my aunt and uncle playing with a love-matic machine. You had 2 stick your finger in the device and it told you how hot you were (sexually speaking!!!). With my 5 yers old little silly mind, I thought that it was some kind of video games and I begged my mother to let me try it. I put my finger in the machine and I made it to the top of the sexiness scale, which was "sex bomb"! I was soooooooooooo happy to win that I started to yell in the street "I'm a sex bomb, I'm a sex bomb!!!"
Imagine my father's surprise when he, back home, got a phone call from his little kid, announcing proudly that he was sex bomb.

For those who aren't familiar, Harvey's is a burger chain where you can pick what toppings you want on your burger and they put the toppings on right in front of you. The first time we went there, the lady asked me what I wanted on my burger, and I thought this was some kind of test. They didn't ask this at McDonald's! So I hid and refused to answer her.

When I was about 6 or 7, I asked the ice cream man where he lived, he joked saying that he lived in his truck to keep the little lollys with faces company. I believed him until one day when I was about 11, I saw him driving in a car other than the ice cream truck. Needless to say, I felt betrayed for a while before I realized he was just trying to be funny

When I was around 3 years old, I moved to a new house. I didn't realize that the people in the house we were buying had put their house up for sale, so I thought you could just go to any house you wanted and buy it. I thought we were kicking the people who lived there before us out... and for a long time after I was worried someone would just come up out of the blue and kick us out because they wanted our house.

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When I was about 4, I saw someone riding a bike and I thought his legs would get tangled up so I was afraid to try it until I was 7.

in my neighborhood there was a road called Pain lane. i avoided that street as much as possible, every one that i knew that went down that street hurt themselfs some how. in fact one day i thought it was stupid that i even had this superstition so i went down there, i almost broke my foot on that road that day.

When I was a boy, I used to live in the bottom of a bowl shaped area in a small farming village in upsate new york. I used to believe that Indians were standing at the top of the hill like in some bad western, and every time I had to get groceries, I would run into the house from what I knew was going to be the next Custer's Last Stand.

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when i was little, my mother would put me in the shopping cart. when we went to pay, she told me i'd have to get off, or she'd have to pay for me.

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