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Whenever my family went to restaurants, I always saw my dad put his credit card with the bill and watched the waitress take it away. By the time it came back I must have never been paying attention, because for the longest time I thought they had to mail the card back to my dad before he could use it again, and that my parents were just slow to leave the restaurant.
When I was just about two or three years old, at restaurants I would always want to get down on the floor, but my parents told me that the floor was hot and I would burn my feet.
When i was younger, i used to drive down this road which had a sign that read "hidden drive." when referring to this road, i called it "hidden drive rd" for the longest time until i learned the real name.
Well, late at night, I used to believe that spikes would come out of the walls and squish you too bits, putting it mildly. However, if you did manage to escape, you'd be sent up to heaven and feast on unlimited KFC and diet coke. So, sneaking out one night, taking my trusty screwdriver, I dug into a metal plate which I believed controlled the whole room, opened it and tugged on the wires like in the cartoons. The wires sparked and the light faded.
Suddenly in front of me I heard a buzzing noise. A vertical thin beam appeared and widened until it was big enough for an adult to got through. I went in and the lights suddenly went off. The 'light box' thing rushed downwards and I felt tricked. Was I going to hell? Some minutes later it stopped. I got out and looked around. All I could see was pitch black. For someone reason I had no fear. I felt my way areound until I came across snother metal plate. After destrying those wires I heard a booming sound. Then a ripping explsion set off above me. To call a long story short, it turned out that I'd forgotten my parents told me we were going to a hotel (I fell asleep)and I'd just wrecked the lift. Someone had stuckgum on the Basement Button in it, but luckily I never had to pay for the damage. I believed my toy badger footed the bill.
When we were kids, my sister Sarah and I used to go to this office building on Main Street and ride the elevator up and down. Sarah told me that if I didn't bend my knees in the elevator, when it reached a floor the stopping motion would shatter my kneecaps. To this day I still bend my knees in elevators!
Everytime we would be out driving and I would see a Budget sign I would think it said Bridget (because that is my name) I would always scream bloody murder and say we had to go to "Bridget"!
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
When I was young I went bowling with my parents once. By the entrance there was a room which I could see through the window was dark and had toys scattered on the floor. When I asked my parents what the room was they told me that's where they put little boys and girls who didn't behave. The only weird thing is that even as an adult when I've driven by that alley I get a weird feeling despite knowing my parents were just trying to get me to behave.
Back when McDonald's put "Smiles: Free" on their menu, I thought that smiles were something you could order. I always wanted to ask for one, but I was too shy to ask.
When I was younger my parents used to go to dinner dances quite often - For years I always pictured my parents jumping up on the table and dancing on their dinner!!
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.
When I was a kid, there was an intersection in my home town and another that looked very much like it to me in a city that we would occasionally visit, a little over a hundred miles away. The latter reminded me of the former so much that I became convinced they were somehow the same intersection, but in two different towns. I thought, somehow, almost magically, that the street that turned off there in the distant town (which we never turned down) would therefore be a shortcut home, getting us back to my hometown in only a few blocks, rather than 100+ miles. One day I finally ventured to ask my father why we never turned there and took that drastic shortcut home. He just seemed to react like I'd gone crazy, and I don't think he ever caught on to what I was thinking.
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.
Shortly after my mom got a ticket for speeding my dad had the radio on and they were talking about winning a ticket to a concert or something. I was very happy that my mom had already won one so I told my dad and he laughed at me saying it was the wrong type of ticket.
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.
My parents took my cousin and me to Madame Tussaudes waxworks in London. After about and hour or so my cousin said 'I'm fed up with all these people, when are we going to get into the cinema?'
For those who aren't familiar, Harvey's is a burger chain where you can pick what toppings you want on your burger and they put the toppings on right in front of you. The first time we went there, the lady asked me what I wanted on my burger, and I thought this was some kind of test. They didn't ask this at McDonald's! So I hid and refused to answer her.
When I was little and my parents used to take me to the zoo I loved it so much I never wanted to go home, so my mom exitedly said, lets go see the exit and I couldnt wait to see this new animal and eagerly ran along. Oh was I disappointed.
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.
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.