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I used to believe that plays were totally improv, and that people from random places around the room could just run on stage at any given time and take part.
The was a big salvation army donation box that was near the longos ner my house and it had a picture of a missing girl on it. So i used to believe that the little girl was trapped for eternity living in the box because she got separated from her parents and that we would drop off my old toys for her to play with.
well, when i was EXTREAMLY YOUNG (like in the early 1940's) my brother told me that if i stood by the coal truck long enough and get covered in soot, then i'd become a pice of coal.
I used to believe that walking around the local streets in a certain order would bring me out at the seaside which was 170 miles away. Never did find the correct order of turns, so I'd take a different routes so often that I'd get so lost in some alley somewhere, and have to explain this all to the police. So, now, here I am safe with my own special gown, in my own special room, being spoon fed 3 times a day by my own special friends.
I. M. Battz
I used to believe that walking around the local streets in a certain order would bring me out at the seaside which was 70 miles away. Never did find the correct order...
I went to Chuckee Cheeses when I was five with my mom and little sis and the man at the front stamped our hands. I asked why and mom explained we have to have the same stamp or we cant leave together. Well I was terrified of getting the wrong stamp and being left behind and I would cry so much when me and my sis got invited to parties there. I was sure we would never come home again.
When restaurants had a sign saying "Hostess will seat you", I thought we would get a twinkie. You know, like Hostess twinkies, ho hos and cupcakes. I was so dissapointed.
When I was a kid I used to think that the electrical switching station/power plant near our house was a big playground. I really wanted to swing around on all the cables. I didn't understand why we couldn't go through the gates and play in there.
We didn't go too many places that had elevators when I was a child, but one place that did was the local swimming pool (it was an olympic-size pool and there was a spectator area where people could sit to watch the competitions...you could use the elevator to get up there or you could climb up stairs from either the lobby or the pool deck area). I used to believe that the "do not use in case of fire" signs I saw near elevators meant people shouldn't ever use the elevators, "just in case" there was a fire in the building. Oddly enough, I never questioned why they put elevators in the building at all if they were that dangerous. I'd stand around and see other people using the elevator and feel self-righteous because I was "obeying the rules" and using the stairs.
When my grandmother was 8 or 9 she used to believe that fish lived in one of the houses she passed everyday.
When I was little and we'd drive home at night from a family member's house or supper, I always thought the moon was following our car.
when i was young. i always believed that the "no" was burnt out on the 'no vacancy' signs on hotels. i had always kept it a secret that i knew this. till one day on a trip in canmore i finally got tired of all these hotels not caring about there light system so i asked my dad "why are all the 'no's burnt out on the 'no vacancy' signs?" my mom and dad turned around in there seats and began to laugh histerically. once they calmed down they explained to me what vacancy met. it all came together.
when my babysitter would pick me up from school and drop me off i always thought she would take me to a lake and drop me in...i never liked that woman
I used to think that if you walked underneath a certain bridge near my house, and you talked whilst you were doing it, you'd get bad luck for 7 years. 20 if you walked underneath it when a train went past. I still get worried when I'm talking whilst walking under it now! *goes slightly red*
I used to believe that when my mum took us on holiday we were just in the same country and town except they'd changed it...
When I was little, I kept hearing about skyscrapers for some reason...and I couldn't figure out what they were. I couldn't figure out why there was a need to scrape the sky... maybe something like street cleaning trucks that I saw in illustrations in books? (We lived in a very small town, I was also sidewalk deprived.) So, I pictured some kind of rig extending up into the sky with a scratchy metal brush.... until the night I dreamed about the Sky Scraper... a nasty man like the Sand Man... in a hot air balloon, coming to throw sand in my eyes! Quite a nightmare... after that, I no longer worried about sky scrapers... too intense to contemplate! Not quite sure what section to put this in so I'll pick....This One! I also used to believe that touching a telephone or power pole would give you polio.
When I was about 5 I was watching a game of Rugby Union with my grandfather. During the scrum I asked what they were doing and my grandfather replied that they were 'deciding who gets the ball'. I thought this meant that they were in the scrum saying "we should get the ball because..." and the other team were saying "no, we should get the ball because..." and that's how it was decided!
Whenever we drove by a field with hay bales covered with white tarps, I would squirm in my car seat and get all excited. Why? I thought they were giant marshmallows. And the ones not covered with tarps? Those were dipped in hot chocolate, of course.
I used to believe that the distance of a "block" was how many streets you passed by. My teacher was really confused when I told her I walked twelve blocks to school.
When I was little, we were driving in the car and I saw a radio tower blinking in the sky. I asked my mom why the towers blinked, and she said that it was so the airplanes wouldn't fly into them in the night. I firmly believed her, until a little while ago. I saw a very low radio tower, and asked her why that one blinked, since the airplanes couldn't possibly fly that low. She wasn't sure what I meant, until I related the story to her. She laughed and said that she wasn't sure why they blinked. Even now, I still believe that the only possible reason why they blink is because otherwise the pilots wouldn't see them. It baffles me to this day, and I'm thirteen.