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When I was little, I asked my parents what the little conical-like object on the top of streetlights were. Not knowing they were light detectors, they said it was a seagull's refrigerator, seeing as there are many seagulls where I live, and that they need SOMEWHERE to store their food away from others....
I fell for it until I got older, and found out what it really was...
I used to believe that the steam rising from sewers during the cold winter months was caused by dragons playing poker and smoking cigars while doing so. Why? My brother told me this was the case when I asked about the "smoke". He later caught me staring down into a sewer grate on our block trying to spot the reptilian gamblers puffing away.
There were two red lights on radio towers, one on the top and one halfway down. I used to believe that they were giant cars driving on their sides and I was seeing there brake lights.
While walking down the streets of Chicago, my mom always made sure we avoided the grates. I asked her why and she said that I would fall in if I walked on top of them. It was really because she didn't want to get her high heels stuck. I still avoid them for some reason.
I used to believe that getting the right bus to town was pure luck. I had no idea that which side of the street you were standing on decided whether or not the bus went to "town" or to "Plymouth". I thought my mom was soooo adventurous.
When I was little, my grandmother babysat me during the day while my parents worked. She warned me never to stand in the driveway while I was playing in her front yard because cars used the driveway to turn around and she didn't want me getting run over. I took this to mean that if I made any contact with the driveway at all, a car would zoom in (because cars could "sense" when people were in driveways) and run over me. Sometimes I would feel brave and try to test her theory, so I would stand next to the driveway and carefully stick my toe out far enough so that it touched the cement. Nothing happened. So I would step further into the driveway each time until eventually I was actually standing in it. Still nothing happened, and I remember being disappointed because that wasn't very dangerous and here I thought I was being so brave!
my neighbor, bill, is a very scary middle-aged man. my brother and i used to think that he would sick his insane cat on us if we ever went in his yard to pick up a ball or something.
to this day, i don't deny he would.
When I was little me and my sister were told a story to keep us from going outside without our parents knowing. They called this guy the Sack man. He was actually some old guy that carried around a sack and went around picking up cans and garbage. He supposedly put any kids he found inside in that sack and they would dissapear instantly. So we would sit at the window and watch him go by our house picking up cans and stuff in the road, and soon as the coast was clear we'd go outside. To this day I still see him sometimes and I always think of him as the Sack man
in between certain grouping of houses
we had these greenbelt grassy spaces.
they had a bit of a dip in them - probly used to drain rain water
the 'dips' were excellent for tobagganing
but everyone was always scared to go on the 'steep' hill.
- having just recently visted the area my mind images that used to be were completely smashed as even the 'steep' hill id hardly recognize as a slant.
how we ever got speed off of those 'hills' was beyond me.
all the neighborhood kids and i would halfto pass through
the "big dip" enroute to our elementary school.
it was common knowledge to all of us kids
that these dips were leftover from medeval times
that castles used to be built up in the center of the 'dips'
and the remaining edges were the moat.
the neighbourhood i lived in as a child
was pretty simplistic,
it was a square shape i guess;
a full block.
i lived on one of the inside corners
and all my friends lived within that area.
the concenting rule of the parents was,
you were only aloud to play
up and down the two streets
making an 'L' shape.
only if you had an adult with you
or it was the bike parade day could you
ever do the full 'loop' ( use the othe two streets that make the square block )
i always found it unfair that we only got
while the other half of the block got the 'oop'
it made 'loop' walks alot more exciting though.
My dad used to tell me that if I didn't lift up my feet at the end of the escalator, I'd get sucked in, because I'd always be playing on the steps as we went up or down. I still have never stood still when I got to the end, I know I won't get sucked up but I don't wanna risk it.
When I was little, there was a small store down the road of my grandparents house and the owner told me that the mutant ninja turtles lived in a manhole in the middle of the store.
i thought lease was some rich famous lady that everyone loved since i saw all these signs on buildings that said *for lease*
i thought she was taking over the world or something, buying all those stores and stuff
i used to believe that if you fell through the space between steps, you'd fall to hell. i was morbidly afraid af steps with spaces between them.
Really not sure where to put this...
I used to believe that angels lived in the streetlights, because when I walked home after dark so the streetlights were on, I used to squint my eyes so the light went out to all directions and I thought they looked like angels.
When I was a child, I saw a video of a building falling down and I really believed that ALL buildings fell down. A few years later we went to a city with lots of tall buildings and I was terrified because I was convinced that at any minute they would fall down. I was also confused that all the foolish people walking on the streets and driving in the cars wouldn't the least bit afraid.
I used to believe that people got their footprints in the sidewalk by stomping really hard.
When I was younger, I always thought (for some reason) that when the sign for a service station said 'Not 24 hours', it meant that it didn't take 24 hours to get there (and the ones that didn't say that did take 24 hours to get there, I suppose).
One day while I was in the car with my Dad, I pointed it out to him, and he asked me if I knew what it meant. I said yes, so he asked me what, and I was about to say what I thought, when I suddenly realised it meant that the service stations weren't open 24 hours.
So I quickly said that, and never told him what I really believed.
When I wad younger, there was a saying "If you step on a crack you'll break your mother's back". I really did belive that thos was true, I use to imagine this happening. So for a very long time, I wouldn't step on any crack in the sidewalk.
When I was around 3 I remember watching the garbage men come down the street and seeing them throw everything in the back of their truck. I beleived if my Brother and I stood near the front yard they would throw us in there as well. I remember hiding under the front porch every time they came and refusing to come out until they were long gone.