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When I was a child, I thought there was someone in the neighborhood who had all the houses. Her name was Sally, but spelled Sale. Then, one day, my father told me that all the signs that said, "For Sale," actually meant something else.
When I was really young I was very interested in other cultures. One day I was driving with my mom and saw a big sign that said "Exotic Dancers" and had all these pictures of beautiful women wearing weird costumes. I got really excited and wanted to go because I thought they were performing traditional foreign dances in exotic-looking clothing. I was crushed when she told me what was really going on - my idea sounded so much more interesting!
k, so you could get to my house 2 ways. you could go by the Clark gas station or go by the Shell. Well, i thoughyt the gas stations swiched places depending on the day. I never relized, for a long time, that i could go home 2 ways.
My daughter loved to check the mail when she was little. I noticed that she always raised the flag to open the mailbox and lowered it after she closed it back. She believed the door was locked when the flag was down. I couldn't tell her the truth, it was too cute to watch! She did this until she was 7, then I noticed one day she stopped doing it. I guess she finally figured it out on her own.
When I was young and probably before I could really tell time, I used to believe that the big signs outside of gas stations with the price on them were clocks and I always thought that the gas price was the time.
I used to believe that my neighbour across the street was a kidnapper and had all of my friends convinced of this also. He drove a massive Kenworth truck and I believed he stole children and kept them in the trailer end as prisoners. It got to the point where we'd hide under the coffee table or behind curtains when he arrived home from work every night. From then onwards I became paranoid about big trucks and shut my eyes when they went past at night with all the lights running down the side of the trailer. When my dad (who was friends with this man) found out what was going on he told me off for making up such rediculous stories. I honestly to this day don't remember making this up at all. The story just kind of appeared from no where.
There was a turning just off our high street where there was (clearly now) a lot of development work going on. I used to believe that this was the end of the world and that if I strayed down this road I would fall off into I don't know what. I insisted my mum held my hand all the way past and became somewhat hysterical if she refused!
i also belived that when you moved from house to house you picked up your hole house. that isne as weird to me now because some like mobil home things do that but we lived in a big house
Where there are building sites there are often big signs saying 'plant crossing' - for years I looked for trees, bushes, flowers to cross the road but it never happened....
I used to believe that there was an operating theatre in the toy shop and in my dad's work car park! I'd recenttly been in hospital and the cupboards in both these plasces had similar doors to that of an operating theatre!
my mam always said be careful on "The main road" referring to a busy road near our house called Station Road. I thought this was the main road from which all other roads in the whole world began!
I used to believe there was a little man who turned on all the stret lights at night, i used to wounder how he did it so quickley!
I used to think when we moved, it was because we were exchanging our house with the buyer's...
The house I grew up in when I was young had a sewer cover at the end of the driveway. I used to think that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles lived down there, so I would stomp on it everyday while waiting for the bus hoping that they would bust out and say, "Turtle Power!!"
I used to believe that the divots in the road before you get to a toll booth were little trolls under the road drilling with jackhammers up at us because they were mad we were making all that noise....
i used to belive that when you walk across three drains its bad luck so i awlays go sround the drains!!
Whenever my mother and I were driving home she would make whining noises that she pretended were the road we lived on asking me to make it breakfast. No matter what time of day it was I would pretend to make toast and orange juice and bacon and then throw it out the back window. For some reason I wound up thinking that bacon was called cheltenham because that was the name of the road I lived on.
I used to think that the cat's eyes on the road were actually real cat's eyes.I thought that they were there to keep you driving on the right side of the road as they would get sqashed and be really yucky if you ran over them.
When I was little and visited the Greek isles with my parents, I always saw "Rooms to let" signs and wondered how is it possible that 'toilet' is mispelled EVERYTIME? I also couldn't understand why the signs mentioned toilets-didn't all rooms have them as standard? And signs that just said 'Rooms'-did they not have a toilet?
When my brother was little, my father told him that a mouse lived in the little box on top of the street lights. When it got dark, the mouse turned it on. That was why they didn't all turn on at once, some mice thought it should be darker before they flipped the switch. He went to school and told all his buddies, who laughed him out of the room. He still hasn't forgiven my father - and my brother's 31.