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I used to believe - because my brother told me so - that if I stood on a manhole cover and cover both holes with my feet, the road would blow up because of the build up of pressure underneath. I felt genuinely uncomfortable and anxious when he did just that.
I used to believe that the pictures of the people on a semi-circle in the parking lot of places (aka, the handicapped sign) meant that the place had restrooms.
My brother used to believe that the handicapped parking spaces were spots that you could squat to go to the bathroom if you couldn't hold it long enough to get into the building. He thought the handicapped symbol looked like a person on a toilet.
My father was a lawyer, so I knew what a law suit was. When I'd see real-esatate signs saying "Build to Suit" I thought this meant that they would build something for you until you got mad and sued them.
When I wanted to know if the mail had come or not my mom would tell me to see if the flag was still up or not. I can't tell you how many hours I spent looking for some secret flag on a flagpole
I realized that there were tons of cracks in the cement and asphault right about the same time that the space ship Challenger blew up. For many years I was convinced that the explosion caused the cracks.
I used to think I was allergic to Grass and/or Hay, because when I would roll around in it I would begin to itch and little red bumps would appear.
When i was about 4 my parents were looking for a new house and once we bought one i saw it and said "daddy, why are we buying the house with no walls?"
I used to think that when people moved house, they had to find a house they liked, and then show the people who lived there their house, and agree a trade. I thought that house moves would be incredibly difficult, finding someone to trade houses with.
when I was little I use to to love bums who played music in the train station for money.I used to ask for money from my mother every time that I saw one. I thought that they might want a sandwich and a house so I would put money into the cups until my mother told at once that they would spend the money on drinks and drugs and then I lost interest in bums.
i believed that a disabled parking spot was for people in wheelchairs to come over in there wheelchairs,park them there then stand up and walk where they wanna go lol :D
When I was little I used to think that statues were actually the bodies of the famous people they depicted, covered in plaster. It seemed pretty normal back then, but now that I think about it, that's kind of creepy.
My mum used to call road humps sleeping policemen when I was younger, and so I thought that when policemen were tired they used to burrow under the road for a little nap. I even used to give the ones on my road special waking up calls, and was very angry with them for not waking up
Many years ago, a young British visitor was asked how he liked his trip to America. He said it was really great but couldn't figure out why so many people were selling their garages.
When I was young my father used to tell me that if I tried hard enough, I could do anything. The guy next door hated children more than anything, and he did yardwork everyday. After hearing what my father told me I went outside and demanded that he gave me chocolate chip cookies. I tried to get him to do this for so long, that he yelled at me and went inside. No wonder he hated kids...
when I was a kid I saw signs occasional on windows of houses that said tolet and couldn't understand why they were advertising they had a toilet.
I used to believe streets that were first names, that's where everybody of that name lived. For example, on James Street, that's where all the James' in my class lived.
When i was little(in the 70s/80s) the rag & bone man used to come around the streets on his cart shouting 'RAGS, BONES' I believed he was collecting corpses. Everytime i heard him outside i'd lock myself in the bathroom.
When I was little, our Chicago address was on North Keystone Avenue. I thought the people across the street lived on South Keystone Avenue.
Every morning at Breakfast mum gave my sisters and I a little taste of history. When I was 6 yo, she was telling us that millions of years ago Dinasaurs roamed the earth. I asked if that was why there were so many cracks in the pavements. As they all laughed I thought it was true and told all my friends whenever we were walking on the pavements. I believed it for years!