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when i was little, whenever i went bowling, i was always told that the bowling pins were the poo from monkeys, and whenever the pins were reset, the monkeys would sit in the machine and be lowered to the floor, and they would poop out onto the lane, and it made sense because the top of the pin was skinny, and the bottom part was larger, so it kind of looked like a terd, keep in mind was really young
When i was a child i used to believe that my father owned all the cinemas in my city, because each time we went to the cinema we were never made to queue up. And i was very proud of my father. But when i understood that he just had a privilege card i was very disappointed
This is not my belief but one of my little cousin's.
When he was little, about 4, whenever he wanted to say Kentucky Fried Chicken, he'd say "Chucky Fried Chicken".
I used to believe that the binoculars that you pay to release in theatre's to get a better view of the performance would self-destruct before the end of the performance
My Nan used to take us to a big theatre to watch a Christmas Panto every year. In front of every seat, there were Binoculars attached, and you had to pay to release them, to get a better view of the performance.
Before the very 1st performance began, my Nan caught me starng at people in the audience through these binoculars.
When asked what I was doing, I replied I'm getting my looks-worth before they blow up!
Little did I know that they weren't on a timer-device!
whenever my family would go to a pizza place or something that had video games in the back i would ask my parents if i could go play. they always said yes, but didn't give me any money. i actually believed i was playing the games until i was about 7!
Until I was about 13 or so, my Dad had me convinced that he could magically sniff out McDonald's restaurants. He said their fries had a special smell that made it easy.
my mother and i used to walk to the store behind my house, across some sand dunes on the Navajo reserve, and i used to believe that the shadows cast by a streetlamp on the ripples of sand were holes and that I couldn't get across without her carrying me.
Back when I was very young, my parents dragged me out someplace and told me they were taking me bowling. I raised holy hell, and finally they got so fed up with me that they brought me home and punished me for ruining their outing. When I was that young, the only place I had seen bowling was on television, so I assumed that if I was going bowling, I'd be on TV.
I was a very shy (and stupid) kid
When I was a little girl, my family went out to dinner at Lyon's. My brothers told me that if I ordered the wrong thing, a lion would come out and eat me. I still remember my terrified little voice asking the waiter if "it's okay to have chicken strips."
My brothers were jerks.
My half-brother (who is much older than me) told me, when we went to McDonald's, that the red light on the ventilation shaft was a camera and that if I didn't finish my Happy Meal before I played with the toy someone would come out and get me.
my sisters once convinced me that people had stuck razor blades in the waterslides at magic mountain (adelaide amusement park), thus slicing up any unwary children. the practicalities of installing razors into the slides whilst sliding down never entered my head, nor did the fact that my sisters continually emerged unsliced. i think they actually just didn't want their little brother tagging along.
You have to hold your breath when you go past a cemetery. Or a school. Or over a bridge. Especially over a bridge, or the car will be too heavy, and the bridge will collapse.
In grade school, I thought a booster shot was where the doctor would place you in a booster seat, like the brown boxy plastic kind in restaurants, and then shoot you with a gun. It would hurt (just like my older sister said they did), but it would somehow be good for you, once you healed. Man, did doctor's appointments freak me out for the longest time.
i used to believe that the carosel was going to eat my sandals. while riding on the carosel pony,i would pinch my toes together as hard as i could to prevent my sandals from falling off.
When we were little, my mother told my sister and I that every time we saw the fluorescent orange or pink surveyor's flags tied to stakes in the woods, that it meant the Girl Scouts had been there. If the flags were green or blue, it meant the Boy Scouts (of course!) had been there. On a Sunday drive when I was about 20, I saw some orange flags in a wooded area off the road. I said to my mom, "Look! The Girl Scouts were here!" She laughed so hard she almost crashed the car. She had forgotten she told us and was surprised that we had remembered it - and still thought that's what they were.
As a child growing up in rural NC there was (and still is) a bible theme park in our area that attracted visitors from all over the world and whenever we had company they always wanted to go there so we were there a lot, in those days before segregation there were water fountains marked white and colored and i was convinced that the ones marked colored held colored water. I saw no reason for there being seperate fountains after all we were all just people, simply being told "it is just not done" did not make sense and i tried to sneak away each time and have a drink of colored water
My four-year old believed that my daughter and I stood outside his school in the spot we dropped him off and came to get him the entire time he was in his kindergarten-one. One day when he noticed something new in the house, he asked from where it came. I told him that I had bought it while walking home after dropping him off. He was devastated to discover that I actually walked home, stayed there for a while, and then returned to the school
My parents told me we were going to dinner and were going to see a floor show. I waited and waited and waited, but the floors didn't do anything except lay there. But the singers and dancers were great!
When I was about 3 or 4 my parents & I would often drive from Guelph to Toronto to visit my Grandmother. The trip home always felt longer...especially late in the evening. In reponse to my constant inquiry "are we there yet?", my mother would say "yes, I can see the Guelph lights now". I remember spending trip after trip trying to decipher the "Guelph" lights from the "Toronto" lights...how could she tell the difference??? I remember coming to the conclusion that "Toronto" lights were yellow (many of the city's highway ramp lights are) and that Guelph lights were white.