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I used to believe that if you went on the bumper cars at the funfair you kept on driving until you went off the edge and died. I never went on them.
When i was little, my parents would always stop when we drove underneath bridges on the highway. They had me convinced that the noises of the cars above us were really dinosaurs. I believed that for the longest time.
When I was little, if we drove past a carnival I would always beg to go on the rides. My parents told me that it wasn't open...that they were just testing the lights. :(
I used to believe that the envelope I dropped in the mailbox goes down a series of pipes that will eventually lead to the intended recipient
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
The house I grew up in had an irrigation ditch behind it, and my parents (not wanting us to drown or otherwise be hurt) had done a very good job teaching my sister and I that we were never, ever to go beyond the fence onto the ditch bank without a grown-up with us. However, we carried it a bit too far and believed the "no kids on the ditch bank alone" rule was some kind of cosmic law, and if you broke it, you'd be struck dead on the spot. When the (poorly supervised and mean) kid who lived next door went on the ditch bank to play, we'd both watch over the fence to see him drop dead. As he was an extreme bully, we were rather disappointed when he didn't. Bet he's in prison now, tho.
I used to believe that room numbers in hotels were literal. So, if I was staying in room 305, it meant there were more than 305 rooms. I then found out that it just meant the 5th room on the 3rd floor.
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!
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 I was little we'd often drive past this "Adult Bookstore" in our town. I loved to read so I remember begging my parents to take me to that "bookstore." I couldn't understand why we couldn't go there!
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
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...)
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 !!!!!!
I used to believe that at the first window that some fast food restaurants use for payment that they were actually handing you the money to pay for the food (since I always saw the worker handing my Mom change). I even remember thinking, "That can't be too good for business..." or something along those lines.
As a child, I was really confused about restaurants that advertised "All you can eat". It is, after all, an ambiguous phrase. It made me think that there must be SOME restaurants where a group of people might go, only to be told for some mysterious reason "Only some of you can eat here.", or "Not all of you can eat here." But those that advertised "All you can eat" must be telling you that they weren't that kind of restaurant, saying that "All you can eat here (not just some of you)".
I used to get scared whenever my family would go out to restaurants and places advertising that they needed more employees, because I thought that "Help Wanted" signs meant there was a Wanted man on the loose in the area, and that they needed help catching him. The question of why a restaurant was advertising this never occurred to me.
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.
When I was a kid, I thought that the electrical stations on the side of the road looked like a playground (monkeybars, slides, etc). When I asked my mom if we could go there, she told me those weren't for kids, and that only adults were allowed. From that point on, I couldn't wait to grow up so I could play on the adults-only playground.
I used to believe that if I learned how to be a tight-rope walker I could travel all over town by walking along the power lines up on the telephone poles.
I used to believe that mall directories were magic because they always knew where you were.