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I used to believe that houses walked about at night. When you were asleep your houses walked about and talked to other houses. This is why I thought they had to put nails in floorboards to stop them walking about. I still believe this and I'm now 42.
There was a burn outside of the house I used to live at as a child. Me, and a friend of mine at the time believed that if we dug at the side of the burn, we would find gold, and we spent all of our time digging for gold.
Yes, I had a strange childhood :)
My mum's dad used to tell her that there were gnomes on top of buildings that pulled up lifts by long ropes
I grew up in Southern California. Where there are palm trees planted all over the place. Many streets are lined with palm trees on both sides for miles. I believed for years that if you followed any of these streets that you would end up at the beach. No matter what.
you know how there are warning signs on fences saying "beware of dog"? well, when i was little and i saw a Long Fence sign on someones fence, i thought it meant "beware, this is a very long fence"
I thought the "To Let" signs on buildings meant they were public toilets.
When my brother was little, he believed that the lights on top of bridges and tall chimmneys when illuminated at night, were Gods car lights. How cute is that!
In the neigborhood where I grew up, there was a dead-end street with a big yellow sign saying "NO OUTLET". I always wondered who would want to live in the houses on this street, if they couldn't plug anything in.
In the city we grew up in, there is a door the seemingly leads nowhere. It is on a hill, going up a street. Above it is just a parking lot, or it was when we were kids. The door was just there with concrete leading to the side of the hill. We always believed the door was the entryway to Hell, and no adult ever would tell us it's real purpose. Still is spooky to see it there, in 2005, leading "nowhere".
You know how you'll be driving along the highway and see a shoe on the road?
When I was a little girl, I asked my Dad why there were sometimes shoes on the road and he told me in a very sad voice that "somebody didn't look both ways when they crossed the street." That has had me freaked (and looking both ways) to this day, and I'm now 49!
When I was young I used to believe that if you stepped on the lines of a sidewalk...Freddy Kruger would come out of the sideblock cracks and kill you! hahha.
when I was in elementary school, believed that while I was in a crosswalk, I was protected from being hit by a car. I used to walk right out on to the street. I'm lucky to be alive I think.
when I was young, we lived near a hospital, which had the big "H" on the top of the building. Every time we would drive by I would say "There's the H hospital", assuming that there was an A hospital, B hospital, etc., etc. It was not until I was much older that I realized the H meant Hospital.
My dad once told me that scaffolding outside a building was erected to keep burglars out. I believed this for an extraordinarily long time and I still kinda think it's logical somehow.
I used to beleive that the double yellow lines on the street was a bike path until my siblings made fun of me for riding my bike in the middle of the road
When I was around 3 years old, I used to belive that when you crossing a pedestrian crossing, you must step only on the white lines, so the car drivers will be able to pass between your legs.
I used to think that the Bookmakers made books but could not understand why there were so many of them and they all seemed to have stained glass windows of horses. I was 18 before I found out it was a betting agents and that Scotland wasn't some great Literary Capital of the world.
on the way to my grandmothers house, there was a road running along a graveyard, and there were two huge speed humps which were painted in black and white checkers.
When i was about 5 i used to think that the big speed humps were chessboards and the graveyard was were all the pieces were.
Up until I was 17 I thought that 'no outlet' signs meant that the steet didn't have any streetlights.
I used to believe that the lines down the middle of the road were painted on by someone leaning out the passenger side window of a car. I just assumed you had to have a really steady hand and long arms to get hired for the job.