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When I was little I always thought that people were bought in stores and there were coathangers through our heads (that's why there's holes in our ears) and there were about five of all the people and ur parents just picked the best one from the store!
When i was three, i thought freezer shelves in the super market were giant popsicles. i figured out i was wrong when i got my tongue stuck on the shelf when i tried to lick it! :-p
I used to believe that it was illegal to leave a store without buying anything. Maybe I asked my mom if we could go to a certain store once and she said no because there wasn't anything we needed from there.
I believed that if an item on the shelf didn't have a price tag, it was actually free, due to the carelessness of the employees. I couldn't understand why my mom didn't want all the free stuff I found on the shelves.
I used to believe that a strip mall was a mall with people who stripped down naked. This stemmed from a TV show in which a person didn't want to work in one. I thought "duh,who would want to work in a place with naked people?"
When I was little I believed that you had a limited number of words and a limited number of steps that you could take in one day. The limit was 100 of each (because 100 seemed like a very big number). If you went over the limit then you wouldn't be able to speak or walk until the next day when your limit was renewed. I remember being in a department store and trying to keep my sentences as short as possible and to walk only when I had to!
I used to believe that when you went into an elevator in a department store, that hundreds of short men (oompa-loompa-like) would rush out and change everything around in the brief few seconds before the elevator doors would open again. I thought the people browsing on the floor were plants -- actors that were there to make you feel like the whole scene was real.
I used to belive that the black market was a place
I lived in NYC, and I would walk around a lot with my mother. Unfortunately, I didn't understand the concept of, "blocks." I believed that she was referring to individual concrete blocks in the pavement. A five block distance meant that every five sidewalk tiles, I would look up and ask my mother, "Are we there yet?" Eventually I decided she was a liar, and stopped asking.
When i was younger, i thought everybody in the store had to go through the check out line even if they werent buying anything. I came up with this because i never bought anything but i had to wait for my mom so i figured it was a rule :)
When I was about 5, my mom and I would go to the mall. We loved to have our pictures taken at the little booths. I asked my mom how we were able to get pictues from the booth. Her reply was..There is a little man inside who paints your picture, then sends it out through the slot. I would bang on the booth and yell at the little man to hurry up with our pictures. My mom would crack up laughing and paaer bys would have very strange looks on their faces. I believed this until I was about 9. Thanks Mom. *grin*
I had a recurring dream quite often when I was young, a nightmare that when I went shopping at the mall with my parents, in the clothing store the mannequins/dummies would somehow draw me away from them... and then never let me leave the mall. They would always keep me there with them and no matter what I did, I'd never get away.
Throughout my early elementary school years (up until grade 4), I would not accept clothing from a store that had mannequins in it (of any sort, even just body parts like arms or waists). I was terrified of them. The sight of one creeped me out and I would scream and cry to be removed from the store. My poor parents could not figure out what the hell was wrong with me because I never told anyone about the dream. I was terrified to stay in the store because I was afraid the mannequins would get me. It got to the point where I had to see a psychologist for my problem- and she worked out a solution where I no longer feared them (and stopped having the dream).
Yeah, I was a weird kid.
I used to think that the "black market" was an actual place, where people in black cloaks and hoods wandered around wooden stalls (painted black) and purchased stolen and illegal goods.
I wondered why the police couldn't just go in and shut it down, since they complained about it so much.
I believed that inanimate objects had feelings and opinions.
When we'd go clothes shopping I thought that my new clothes didn't like me, and wished that someone else had bought them instead.
At one time during my childhood I hated going shopping. That was because we couldn't buy everything in the store. I thought merchandise in a store would be sad every time someone passed by without buying it. I hated making all that merchandise sad.
I used to belive that, when a store held a "liquidation sale", all the unsold stuff would be melted down.
That flea markets sold fleas.
I used to believe that "help wanted" signs meant that someone had robbed the store very recently and needed help trying to catch the thief.
When I was maybe 5 I refused to go to the flea market because I thought it was full of fleas that would jump on you. lolll
When i around 5 or 6 and went to the supermarkets with my parents, they used to leave it til the store was shutting before they would finish their shopping. I remember the staff pulling down the roller doors and i used to scream and cry, thinking that we'd be locked inside for the night. I would pull in my mothers arm and try to drag her out the door before the mean staff locked us in!