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when I was little my parents took me to a National Park with lots of waterfalls, as each waterfall had a name I asked my dad for the name of one particular waterfall and he told me that the name was "the one that eats all Silvias" (that's my name) so there was NO WAY for me to go closer to the waterfall, for years I thought of the danger I was in, 'cause if I didn't know the name of the waterfall and actually gone close or touched the water I could have been eaten by the waterfall.
one day, i was in a museum with my parents, and i accidently touched one of the paintings. a guard came over and told me not 2 touch them, and I thought that they weren't supposed to be touched because they were still drying!i couldn't understand why, since they had obviously been there for years !!!!!!
When my siblings and I were kids [a good thirty years ago], our parents would take occasional weekend trips with their bowling league to Las Vegas. They told us that Las Vegas is in Nevada. Well, just one block east of us, there was a street called... Guess what? NEVADA. We used to wander up and down that street looking for Las Vegas and our parents.
A friend of my niece used to think that if a straw in a drink had half a wrapper on it, then you were in a fancy Restaurant.
On friday nights in summer my dad would take me and my brother to a "dairy queen" type of ice cream place. On the side of it was printed in bold black letters on a yellow background "DO NOT BLOW HORN" I used to think if we did, a bunch of thugs would come out of the building and take us inside and who knows what would happen to us after that...
when i was in summer camp about 8 years old, i had to go in the locker room to change clothes, i tried to go into the locker, but it was to skinny, i used to think you go IN the locker to change.
i used to believe that the automatic doors had people inside them tht would operate them so whenever the y opened i would say thank you and kiss the doors cuz i felt sorry for the people that had to work in them forever
I used to believe that if you were going to eat at a restaurant, you HAD to dress up... otherwise, they wouldn't let you in! So everytime my mom would tell me we were going out for dinner, even to McDonald's or whatever, I'd go change into a fancy dress, and wear my "clicky things" (they were these elastic bands with bows on them that you put over your shoes, and every time you step, it makes a clicking sound...)
i used to believe that at the Denver, Colorado restraunt "Chubbys" you would go in, pick a food, and pay the chef to eat it to make him more chubby.
when i was little my mother took me to the sydney aqarium, it was all good untill we got to the bit where you go under water and look at all the fish around you, i started screaming and holding onto the edges of the door blocking off all the other people because i thought we actually had to go swimming and get wet.
For a very very long time I believed that somewhere there was a small man whose job was to catch the bowling ball, restack all of the bowling pins in that triangle once you knocked them down, and then throw the ball back to you on the ramp.
WhenIwould ask to go to the laundry mat with my Mother,she toldme I would be bored. It frightened me because I thought it meant being nailed to a board so every time she went I would cry and beg her not to go.
When I was 5 there was a shooting at a Mcdonalds in California. I heard it on TV. I didn't realize someone actually shoots the gun and I thought the guns came out of the lights in the ceiling at Mcdonalds and killed people. I cried everytime my mom wanted to take me there.
I grew up in Winnipeg near Assiniboine Park. This park contains a fancy building, called the Pavilion, with a clocktower with a flag on top, if I remember correctly. At any rate, one time my daycare centre went on a field trip to the park. When we saw the Pavilion, one of the other kids convinced me that the Queen lived there.
When I was little and my parents took me to the movie theater, I used to think that they had numerous microwaves behind the counter to make the popcorn as you ordered it!
In elementary school, my mother was always asking me if i wanted to go to the school sock hop. Our school called their school dances sock hops, as in you are dancing and your feet in their socks are hopping around. I didn't get that. I always believed that they were playing sac racing games where you get in a potato sack and race people. I missed out on a lot.
When I was little, everyday I would walk with my babysitter and her son to pick up my sister from school. On our way, there was a footprint in the cement. My babysitter used to say, "Someone must have put their foot in the cement while it was still wet." So everyday it rained after that I would stop and jump on the cement to see if I could make a footprint too!
I used to believe that if i dug a hole under my fence in my back garden it would lead me to Narnia.
when i was 9 or 10 me and my mum were driving down a motorway when we saw a gouranga ( be happy) sign on a bridge. i asked how did people get up to the bridges to put the signs there. MUM: little green men put them there
ME:(being really thick) Have u seen any (then i realised she was joking and felt a total fool)
When I was a young child around age 3 or 4, my mother only fed me very healthy food. There was never any cupcakes, cookies, or fast food. When we would drive past McDonald's, I would ask her what the place with the big yellow "M" was, because it had always caught my eye. She replied "Oh, thats where other people eat"
A year or so later, a girl from my daycare had a birthday party which took place at a McDonald's with a play structure. I was so excited to be there, I loudly announced "This is where other people eat! Neat!" I approached several customers and asked them if it was any different to be one of the "other people"
No one really understood what I was getting at, and I got many strange looks from people in the restaurant.