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I used to believe that every street shared the same name.
If you were giving someone directions you would say something like, "Make a left on Cherry Street, then travel 4 miles and make a right on Cherry Street. Then go four blocks down until you get to Cheery Street and I live on the corner there of Cherry and Cherry streets."
I always thought the connectors on the telephone lines were flying turtles.
That streets that had similar sounding names or that started with the same letter were always located by each other. When visiting relatives in a different town, I can remembering looking for Candace Drive by Canada Street, never looking at a map, because, well it seemed like they would be by each other.
My Mom always told me that the golden rule was that you can't ride your bike without shoes on, so I believed that was the golden rule for pretty much my whole childhood.
I used to think that all the cars in a lane were all following one particular car. When asking my friends about it, one of them replied 'it's my car they're following'. And I was so amazed and jealous that my car was not the leader.
I used to believe that the garbage man was a homeless person who would collect trash to sort through it for food. I would sneak parts of my meals into the trashcan for him to find.
There used to be a store in our neighborhood that sold blinds and drapes for windows. It was called Habitat. My daughter asked me one day if it was a home for blind people.
I thought that the postman sits inside the postbox and waits with his letter bag and packed lunch waiting for enough letters to be posted through and when his bag got full he'd call the other postman to let him out and then they'd swap over.
Where I live there is this dancing place called The Flamingo. One time when we were going to the store near it there was this sign that said "No Parking for Flamingo Customers" however because of how the letters were spaced my brother thought it said "No Parking for Flaming o customers" and asked my mom "What is the "Flaming O" some kind of barbeque place"? My mom was really confused till he pointed out the sign and then she almost died laughing!
When I was little my dad told me to throw my gum in the street that way it would fill up the cracks and they (the city) wouldn't have to pave the roads as much. It wasn't until someone asked me why I always threw my gum in the street that I started doubting my dad (I was 28).
i asked my dad who turned on the street lights at night and he told me it was the man at parramatta. all through my childhood i believed that a man sitting in a room at parramatta would turn on all the light switches every night.
When I was three, my mom told me that if I stepped on the blue paint in handicapped parking spots while it was raining, I'd slip and fall. But the yellow was okay. To this day (I'm 15), I still avoid the blue lines by habit!
My neighbor and I were thoroughly convinced that all old ladies were waiting to steal us. What an ailing elderly women would want with a couple of five year old kids I have no idea. But that didn't stop us from hiding from every one of them that crossed our path
When I was little I liked to put up the red flag on the side of a mailbox (I was easily amused), until one day my dad told me that if I put up the little red flag again the mailbox would explode. After that, every time one of my parents would put it up I would scream and run away.
My mom told me the man who lived on the corner was robbed blind while mowing the lawn. I felt horrible because who would rob a blind man, but then I was confused about how a blind man could mow the lawn.
i used to believe that people who sold their houses and moved were switching with the people who bought them.
i couldn't rationalize the concept of an empty house.
When I was little, I was that kid, the one asking all the endless, annoying questions. One day, I was inclined to ask my mom what in the world was beneath the streets. I mean there’sdirt under grass and every kid knows if you dig long enough through that you'll hit China, but what happens if you dig up the roads? So I posed this question to my mother who replied that there was water beneath the pavement. She failed to elaborate on this point with a statement such as “There are big man-made metal pipes with water in them in order to provide citizens access to running water” so I was convinced that there were oceans under the roads. Oceans. And what do oceans have in them? Freaking SHARKS, that’s what. For half of my childhood, I was convinced that if there ever was a problem with the roads or an earthquake tore up the surface or something, it would open up to these Hellish oceans, and we would all drown in a deep sea of marine life and be eaten by sharks.
Down the street from my house, there's two long mounds in the grass between the sidewalk in the street. When I was little I believed that alligators lived in these mounds. No idea why I thought that.
When I was eight, my sister tried convincing me there were lions in the streets and the field behind my house. Now I know that she was just trying to get me away from her and her friends when they were outside, but I believed her. I didn't leave the yard alone until I was eleven, and even then I took a baseball bat.
When I was young I used to believe that streetlights, instead of coming on automatically when it got dark, were in fact operated by two men sat in a control room with loads of switches.