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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 '
Until I was 11 I believed that the statue of a man in my local park was the Statue of Liberty.
I live in England....
Shortly after reading "Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel", my family traveled to New York City, where my brother explained that the steam pipes rising up from the pavement were from the steam shovels that had dug the skyscrapers, and had subsequently been paved over. I felt so sorry for all those poor, trapped steam shovels! He reassured me that they got out when there was road construction...
when i was little, i thought that people put up phone lines so that the birds could have a place to rest. i called them 'bird wires'.
As a boy fond of throwing and catching, I believed that if a ball or frisbee touched a telephone wire, the thrown object had to hit the ground before being caught to knock the electricity out of it. To not do so was to die immediately of electrocution. My friends still make fun of my continuing trepidation towards catching anything that has touched a suspended wire.
When i was little i thought that it was bad to not be talking to somebody so when I was in public places and no one was talking i would pretend to be having conversations with people or myself so it didnt look like i wasnt talking.
When I was a kid i thought that stone lions in front of buildings (like libraries) were real lions that had been frozen, and i would whisper to them and tell them it was okay, and i would scratch them behind the ears.
When I was 4 years old, me and my 11 year old sister were playing near the window when a brown UPS truck pulled up to our house. She told me "Hide! Hide! Dont make any noise! They come here to steal children!" For years afterwards I was always on the lookout for that evil UPS truck.
You know how on old buildings, down in the corner there is the "EST." followed by a date, like 1910 or something. For years I thought the "EST." stood for estimated, like they weren't sure, but they think the building was built around that date...
that my neighbors house across the street had a "magic" attic. My buddy said his house was so tall (it was huge) that it was far enough away from the earth that there was no gravity and you could float around up there. I was 4 when he told me this, and I begged him every time I saw him to take me there until I was 5 1/2 and we moved.
I also hate my neighbours. Up until i was 7 i believed Satan lived next door to me. I still dont like meeting new neighbours.