When in large traffic jams when I was a child (around 3 or 4), I used to wonder what was at the FRONT of the line of cars. I decided it must be someone important and was fully convinced that it was Abraham Lincoln. I don't think I realized what 'dead' means.
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when my family would go to mexican restaurants, i would ask my mom how the latin man got into the girl's bathroom to sing his songs....when it was really the music playing in the restaurant.
On the way to my old nan's house where we used to go regularly there was a large hotel. My mum used to tell me that it was a childrens home for naughty kids and if i didnt behave i would end up in there. It wasnt until i could read the letters on the front "MOATHOUSE HOTEL" that i knew she was a big fat liar
I used to know a girl at school who'd been told when she was very young that cats eyes in the road were gnomes under the road with torches who had to run along and shine their torches through the holes as you drive along.
For some reason, I believed that water towers all had these little cone-shaped lids on top. They covered an opening only a few inches across. When it rained they would open the lid and the water would fill the water tower.
I remember thinking there had to be a more efficient way to gather water.
I used to belive that when shops closed at the end of the day, the shopkeeper took all the things off the shelves and took them home... only to bring them back the next morning and put them back again.
When I was about 5, my mom and I would go to the mall. We loved to have our pictures taken at the little booths. I asked my mom how we were able to get pictues from the booth. Her reply was..There is a little man inside who paints your picture, then sends it out through the slot. I would bang on the booth and yell at the little man to hurry up with our pictures. My mom would crack up laughing and paaer bys would have very strange looks on their faces. I believed this until I was about 9. Thanks Mom. *grin*
when I was in the second grade, there was no busing if you lived in the city and I used to have to walk about a mile to my home. there was a sign on this one street I used to have to walk on and there was a sign that said "speed meter ahead" I could read but had no clue what a speed meter was but it sounded like something I did not want to see. So I would always take a detour around that street.
when I was a child I couldn't figure out for the life of me why in the world anyone would go to a flea market.Why would you want to buy fleas?Unless of course they were talented as those who worked in flea circuses!I believed this until the age of 12!!
When I walked home from school, I made sure I never stepped on a crack in the sidewalk. I believed in that if you step on a crack you break your mothers back.
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I believed that the ladder on the back of a trailer/rv led up to a swimming pool.
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when i was kid, i believed dynamite was something you sprayed on rocks and then they would dissapear
My dad would tell me that if the ice cream van was playing a tune it meant that he had no ice cream left. Duh!
When I lived in Texas as a small child, there was a grocery store called Gerland's. Whenever my dad went to "Girl Lands" I thought that was where he went to pick up girls!
When i was younger i always thought that the 'Model Yacht Pond' was called the 'muddly up pond', it was only when i was 17 that someone told me they thought the same thing and i realised. Everyone says it so quickly that they think it is the same.
I believed when I was a child that a man lived in the Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket (on top of the sign) and he was always chasing his furniture while it kept turning.
On sunny days, sometimes the pavement sparkles. I used to think that maybe one day I would find a real diamond in it, so I should keep looking very carefully at the sidewalk whenever I walked. My mom told me it was pretty unlikely, but I figured it was worth looking, just in case!
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I used to believe that the short display beds at department stores were for dwarfs.
My older brother and I were out riding our tricycles, and a car drove by. The man in it gave us the OK sign (thumb and index finger making a circle). I asked my brother what the sign meant, and he said 'That means he's going to come back and kill us later.' I was terified!
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My dad told me that ice cream vans only play music when they have run out of ice cream.