in the street
I thought that the barber sign meant candy because I thought it looked like a candy cane.
I used to believe that the "no outlet" sign on roads was a warning to people driving electric cars.
As a kid, I thought "No Outlet" signs meant the houses past that point didn't have any electrical outlets.
I used to believe that speed humps were laying people, because in Colombia we call them "policias acostados" which roughly translates "laying policemen" so i used to think about that "people" staying all day laying in a street.
I used to think that if you walked on a sewer manhole cover and jumped on it, the lid would fall and you would fall in the dirty sewer. I was always afraid to walk on manhole covers because of this.
I used to believe that every street shared the same name.
If you were giving someone directions you would say something like, "Make a left on Cherry Street, then travel 4 miles and make a right on Cherry Street. Then go four blocks down until you get to Cheery Street and I live on the corner there of Cherry and Cherry streets."
I always thought the connectors on the telephone lines were flying turtles.
That streets that had similar sounding names or that started with the same letter were always located by each other. When visiting relatives in a different town, I can remembering looking for Candace Drive by Canada Street, never looking at a map, because, well it seemed like they would be by each other.
My Mom always told me that the golden rule was that you can't ride your bike without shoes on, so I believed that was the golden rule for pretty much my whole childhood.
I used to think that all the cars in a lane were all following one particular car. When asking my friends about it, one of them replied 'it's my car they're following'. And I was so amazed and jealous that my car was not the leader.
I used to believe that the garbage man was a homeless person who would collect trash to sort through it for food. I would sneak parts of my meals into the trashcan for him to find.
There used to be a store in our neighborhood that sold blinds and drapes for windows. It was called Habitat. My daughter asked me one day if it was a home for blind people.
I thought that the postman sits inside the postbox and waits with his letter bag and packed lunch waiting for enough letters to be posted through and when his bag got full he'd call the other postman to let him out and then they'd swap over.
Where I live there is this dancing place called The Flamingo. One time when we were going to the store near it there was this sign that said "No Parking for Flamingo Customers" however because of how the letters were spaced my brother thought it said "No Parking for Flaming o customers" and asked my mom "What is the "Flaming O" some kind of barbeque place"? My mom was really confused till he pointed out the sign and then she almost died laughing!
When I was little my dad told me to throw my gum in the street that way it would fill up the cracks and they (the city) wouldn't have to pave the roads as much. It wasn't until someone asked me why I always threw my gum in the street that I started doubting my dad (I was 28).
i asked my dad who turned on the street lights at night and he told me it was the man at parramatta. all through my childhood i believed that a man sitting in a room at parramatta would turn on all the light switches every night.
When I was three, my mom told me that if I stepped on the blue paint in handicapped parking spots while it was raining, I'd slip and fall. But the yellow was okay. To this day (I'm 15), I still avoid the blue lines by habit!
My neighbor and I were thoroughly convinced that all old ladies were waiting to steal us. What an ailing elderly women would want with a couple of five year old kids I have no idea. But that didn't stop us from hiding from every one of them that crossed our path
When I was little I liked to put up the red flag on the side of a mailbox (I was easily amused), until one day my dad told me that if I put up the little red flag again the mailbox would explode. After that, every time one of my parents would put it up I would scream and run away.
My mom told me the man who lived on the corner was robbed blind while mowing the lawn. I felt horrible because who would rob a blind man, but then I was confused about how a blind man could mow the lawn.