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When I was little, I was at a photography studio with my parents. I saw a sign that said something like, "Order today and get 12 free wallets!" I didn't understand that "wallets" were a type of photo and I spent the rest of the visit wondering what anyone would do with 12 wallets. I figured you could give them away to family and friends...
I used to think that if you didnt jump onto the first step of an escalator and off the last on then you would be sucked in. And if your shoe lace got stuck it would sucku you in and flatted you in shreds.
I used to believe that cashiers kept the money they get into their cash registers. I then always wondered why they wouldn't advertise or try to get you to come to them so they can get more money...
I used to believe that if I stayed on the escelator too long, if I didn't step off before the last stair disappeared, that I would disappear as well...wooh! I had a lot of anxiety at the mall.
From those Florida orange juice TV commercials, I used to believe that when you went to the supermarket for orange juice, you could reach through into an orange grove and a farmer would hand you a freshly-filled carton.
When i was little i used too believe that gas at the gas pump came strait from the ground. Like a pie in the ground the gas came up from directly into your gas tank.
I was about seven. And my parents had just divorced. I was at was at the grocery store with my mom, and this guy starts flirting with her. Well I was getting impatient, and wanted to push the shopping cart. The guy turns to me and says, "you know you've gotta have a license to drive that thing," and for several years, I was afraid to push a shopping cart because I wasn't a licensed driver, and I was scared of breaking the law. And still I had wondered why they would make those children's shopping carts, when it was illegal for them to use them anyways.
Growing up in West Virginia, I thought that the cigarette machines said "not for sale to minors" because it would give coal miners black lung.
I used to believe (thanks to my older brother Joe) that if you hit the red button in the meat department at the grocery store, the butcher would come out and chop your hand off.
I used to believe that the real (and only) name of Ethan Allen, the upscale furniture store, was The Look-Don't Touch Store, because whenever we went, that's what my parents called it.
Growing up, we didn't have much money so my mother was always telling us different reasons why we couldn't go to various places. When a 7-11 convenience store opened near us, we wanted to go but she told us you could only go if you were 7 or 11. I believed this until I was 10 years old, when my aunt stopped there for gas and started to take me inside with her. When I explained why we couldn't go inside, she explained my mother's reason for the lie.
When I was little I used to think the Salvation Army was a real army (like the U.S. Army) and all the stores (I had never been inside one) were like PX's
for civilians. I have no idea why I thought this since neither of my parents were in the military.
My sister used to believe that at garage and sidewalk sales people were selling just that... garages and sidewalks.
We used to pass a building that said "Auto Body/Paint." I thought it referred to body paint, and that hippies would go through there like a car wash and get designs spray-painted on themselves. I have no idea how I found out about either hippies or body paint as a grade schooler.
I was of preschool age one time when my Mom and I were doing some quick shopping. She told me that around the corner, she was going turn into a candy store for a minute. I could hardly wait! I wanted to watch her "turn into a candy store" so I could get a tootsie roll before she turned back into my mom! It never happened. I was so bummed out!
A physician I work with once told me, that when he was a little boy he believed, when a store "Closed for Inventory", it meant that they were closed so they could "invent" new things. He couldnt wait for them to reopen, so he could see all the new things they invented.
When I was young, every time I walked by the clothing store called HOT TOPIC, I was never allowed to set foot in there because my mom told me that whoever steps foot in there worships the devil. So every day when I go to school, whenever my classmates mentioned to me that they bought this or that at HOT TOPIC, I would get scared and I tried my best to go along with the conversation or else they could've killed me anytime they wanted to.
I used to belive that the black market was a place
My father made me belive that it only through yelling at the ATM that it would give us its money. Thus, in order to go shopping, he would hold me up to the machine, and i would scream and yell and shout at the machine until finally, money would pop out.
It was only once i got older that i noticed the stares of passersby and the howling laughter from my dad.
As a child I would get all worked up when we went to stores because I didn't quite understand the concept of change. For example, if we purchased something for $20 and gave the guy a $100 I would get all upset because we were actually giving the guy more than he needed. I knew we got change back but I guess it never really clicked for me.