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When I was younger, all my friends went away during the summer on holiday. I asked my parents, tearfully, why everyone else got to go on holiday and not I. My mother, guilt-ridden as she was, said that we were just about to leave on "holiday" and would I like to come with her. Perking up instantly, I said yes.
Well, it turned out that the "holiday" was just the car wash at the gas station, but being 5, I had a very sketchy idea of a holiday anyway. I was delighted by my grand vacation, and for years afterward was reported to say that my favorite holiday was "the car wash".
When I was little, I didn't have school one day *I was about 5 or so*. I asked my mom and she told me it was because it was martin luther king's birthday. So I got dressed and waited around all day for my mom to take me to the party.
My siblings and I had a strange set of rituals for everytime we came to a bridge while riding in the car. We would duck our heads if we went under a bridge because otherwise it would "suck up our hair" and lift our feet going over a bridge so it wouldn't suck off our toes. I was 10 before I figured out my older brothers were just playing a game and nothing was really going to happen, and it was years before I didn't feel a tingle of fear for my hair when going under bridges.
I used to believe that I could make the Merry-Go-Round go faster by pushing up or pulling down on the pole. I ofen rode around, waving wildly to my grandma with each passing, straining like a crazy person to whip the carosel into a speeding blur. I remember my grandma smiling back at me. Of course, now I know that she was probably very amused watching me work myself into a frenzy.
Until I was about five, I refused to ride on elevators, because I confused the word "elevator" with "alligator" and I was afraid of being eaten once the doors closed on me.
As a kid, I was scared to death of turnstiles, thinking they were put there just to scare and endanger people. I was scared to death that they could trap me or impale me, etc.
when i was about 4 years old, i used to think my mom would be getting french fries from mcdonalds whenever she went to the atm machine while in the car. When she was done getting some money, i would say, "where's the french fries, mom?!"
There was a Real Estate office in my town and it displayed pictures of the properties in some type of clear acrylic boxes behind the main counter. From the road, these reminded me of the donut bins at Dunkin' Donuts and I always bugged my grandparents to take me in for a donut. I believed this for years until one night my grandmother made my grandfather pull over so I could get a "donut". This finally stopped the pesting!
Whell when i was about 4 we would always drive by a power substation when we would go and get groceries. I thought, living in florida, that the power substation was really an orange juice factory and it sent orange juice to all the houses thru the wires. We still joke about that one. (^_^)
Every time me & my mom drove by the convention center, steam from the heaters were coming out of it. I used to think when I was 8 yrs old that it was a chocolate pudding factory!
I use to believe until I was about 8-9 that the voice at the drive-through in fast food places could only hear adult voices becuse my dad had told me so many times "Stop yelling what you want! They can't hear you!"
When on vacation, I was terrified to go to sleep in a hotel bed for many years as a child, as on one vacation we were forced to stay in a seedy hotel with vibrating beds and my brother convinced me that he was going to sit on me, pour water on the bed, and watch me sizzle because there were electrical wires running throughout the mattress.
When I was small, there was a little drainage ditch down the hill from our backyard, in a sort of "mini forest". I was convinced that when it was full of water, friendly Italian men in gondolas would give people rides along small creeks and rivers. I always wanted to go on a tour of all of the little creeks.
while going down country roads i belived, freshly baled hay fields were cow grave yards. it made me sad to see so many grave markers .
On long road trips(long as in across the river to wal-mart, 5 min. at the most) my younger sister would keep asking, "Are we still in America?" She was about 4-5 at the time.
My family went to Disneyworld for a week, and I was extremely dissapointed that we did not use a rocket to get there. My mum says that's because Walt Disney used the misnomer Disneyworld instead of Disneyplace
I used to be terrified of the dentist. Since I was repeatedly told NOT to swallow the mouthwash, I knew it was poison and I could die at any moment.
When I was about four I was taken to the State Capitol. I was told that my grandfather used to work there. (He was a state representative) They also discussed the fact that there were tunnels that led to other buildings. I thought that my grandfather was buried under the floor.
Living in Amish country, our family would take many "Sunday drives". My parents used to tell me and my brothers that Indians lived in the corn shocks (which looked like tee-pee's). For several years when we went on a drive I always looked, but never saw any Indians.
I grow up in the country and had no idea of what a city was and one day my father said he had to go to the nearest city. I asked what a city was and he said that it was a place where many people lieved together. So, for many years I thought that a city was a very big house.