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when I was 5 I would run home terrified when a saw a backhoe driving up the street because I believed it would tear our house down
I used to think that double yellow lines painted onthe road were actually pipelines of honey for bears that lived underground.
When I was young I lived in an area (in the UK)where lots of new roads were being built. As the building was taking place these markers were used for some reason and they were usually a straight piece of wood with another piece across - like a crucifix shaped piece of wood a couple of feet high.
I used to think that these were the graves of people who had died while working on the new road - it made me feel that building roads must be a very dangerous job to have!
I grew up on a road that had a gravel pit, and there was a sign saying "trespassers will be persecuted". I knew that Jesus had been persecuted , but I'd mixed up / combined that with crucified.... so I never went in there. I didn't want to be nailed to a cross!
When I was like six, I thought there were homeless people at the dump so I used to make whole sandwiches and put them in the garbage for the people to eat.
I always used to think that skinny men lived in lamp posts and that they turned them on at night to keep us safe.
you know how there are used car lots with cars outside with the year of the make of the car on the front of them?? well i thought that was the price of the car...i couldn't figure out why someone didn't want to pay only 92 dollars for a car
I often wondered what No Outlet meant when we would go driving down new neighborhoods. Where did these people get the electricity from? I don't get it? How do the lights go on in the house?
When I was little, my dad would tell me that if anyone ever tried to kid-nap me, all I had to do was try to get under a street light and they would let me go. I didn't understand his sarcasm so I really believed that if that ever happened to me, all I would have to do is get under a street light and I would be ok!
When I was a child, my family often donated old furniture and appliances to the Salvation Army, who would come in a truck to pick up such things. I thoguht they were called the Salvation Army because they salvaged old items like the ones we donated.
When I was a kid our house was on a dirt road, with the main paved road just two houses down. My mom always told me I shouldn't go on the pavement with my bike because I might be hit by a car, but I didn't hear "pavement". I heard "pregnant". So I went around the neighborhood telling all the kids they couldn't go on that road because it was pregnant. The laughter still rings in my ears....
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.