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I used to think that the UPS truck was the thing that they haul people to the lunatic asylum in, with white jackets on.
When I was around 5 or 6, i thought UPS trucks were driven by Oompa-Loompas that tried to kidnap children to make them test candy at Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.
My sister thought there was a little man inside traffic lights who would run up and down all day making them go red, orange and green!
I used to belive a man went round all the street lights to turn them on at night and that he would go and turn them all off in the morning!
When I was little, my cousins used to live at the end of a court. Because the road didn't continue but just ended at their house, I believed that after their backyard would be only sea, because it was the edge of Australia. It never occured to me to wonder why there were more houses behind my cousins house, though.
I've always had a very bad sense of direction, especially in the dark. This obviously led me to believe that buildings and streets moved around at night just to confuse me.
I used to believe that the orange balls I saw on the telephone wires were "radar balls"... that is what my dad told me they were. That way the police would always know who was speeding down the road!
I used to think that I nursing home was a place were mothers would take their new born babies to feed them
I used to seriously believe that if you stepped on a crack, while walking on the sidewalk, you would brake your mothers back.
I used to believe there really were "Goonies" living under ground catching change as it fell when people put it into parking meters.
When i was really little about 2 or three years old i used to think if i didnt jumponto the white lines of the zebra crossing i would fall into a world of nothingness and die.
I used to believe something terrible must have happened inside of a small house that was across the street from my elementary school. In the front window a table could be seen and on this table were three, playground sized balls. One beach ball and two plastic marbled looking ones. They sat in the same spot day after day. I concluded that the children were murdered and the grief-stricken parents could not bear to put the children's play things away. The incredible thing about this is those three balls stayed on that table for over twenty years! My friends and I were not brave enough to knock on the door and ask about the "mystery." The house was eventually torn down.
When I was four, I used to think that the drive through sign at Burger King was alive, and knew how to take orders. Then I became six, and developed a much more rational idea. The sign wasn't alive. Instead, there was a little man inside of it, who was talking to us. I still haven't figured this one out...
Until the age of about 10 I honestly believed that the double yellow lines on British roads were what cyclists had to ride in between!
Every saturday I would go to the post office with my dad and maybe a sister or two to check his box. It was the kind where the back of the mailboxes were all open so the postmen could put the mail in. I was told that little people crawled into the boxes to bring my dad his mail, and he would always say "Thanks." or "How did you like that barbie jacket I brought you last week?" I was so curious that I kept trying to shove my dad's arm away to see the little people, but never got a glimpse before he would shut the door. My older sisters would always giggle, and I would be like "what...what is so funny?".
On my 23rd birthday they decided it was time to tell me to stop looking for Itsy Bitsy Betty and Tiny Tommy.
I used to believe that there were elfs in the sewer that picked out all the trash and dirt out of the water to make it clean again.
As a child I once got considerable ridicule from my father, and from the rest of the family to a lesser extent because, everytime we went riding I was convinced that I was seeing a significant number of flashlights that somebody had dropped into gutters alongside the roads. My father soon began to insist that what I was seeing in the gutters were beer cans and not flashlights. After I persisted in "seeing" flashlights for a while, my father would derisively say, "Oh yes, Schlitz flashlights and Budweiser flashlights!" I finally became convinced that I was indeed MOSTLY seeing beer cans. But I'm STILL not sure that I didn't see at least one actual flashlight in a gutter as the thing that got the whole affair started in the first place.
When I was a kid riding in the car, I'd notice that a lot of people had mailboxes with the word "Post". I though that was the last name of the family that lived in the house, and couldn't figure out why there were so many people with that last name.
More years ago than I care to mention, I lived across the road from from the first tee of a beautiful, well established golf course. Beyond the tee was a Greek temple from which I believed the sun rose every morning - glorious and magical! During a visit as an adult 20 years later, I realized that the Greek temple was an elaborately disguised tractor shed that happened to be due east from my livingroom window!
i used ot believe that the postman wrote all the letters. i once told my mum ' i bet the postman gets really tired hands from writing all the letters '