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I used to think that when you posted a letter in a post box. It would arrive through the door of the person who it was sent to
When I was real young, I believed EVERYONE had an apple tree...as at every house we lived at, we had one in our backyard. My brother informed me otherwise when I was 5.
When I was younger I used to think that a fire truck carried the water inside it. I was wondering why the water never ran out because the truck never looked that big.
When I was a child, I used to belief bridges were actually part of a separate road system that only the rich people could drive on.
When my dad would get mad at me for being bad, he would tell me he was going to throw me in the garbage and let the garbage man take me away. Every Monday morning I would hide when I heard them coming.
when i was younger we where going to move house , and i believed you just picked up your house, and plonked in somewhere else because it needed moving.
Because I grew up with the cartoon "Transformers," I always thought that, when it stormed, the transformer box behind my house would turn into a huge monster machine. I would keep an eye on it, peeking timidly out the back window.
When I was read the nursery rhyme about the old woman who lived in the shoe, I pictured a house-sized building that was shaped like a shoe. Many buildings in the city where I grew up had strange shapes, so it didn't seem unusual to me at all. I also thought the shoe-house would be fun to visit someday.
When I was little I used to think that if you wanted to move house you had to find someone that wanted to swap their house with yours.
I used to believe that you were supposed to ride your bike in between the double yellow lines in the middle of the road. It seemed like just the perfect size for a bike tire, even though I had never seen anyone riding there. For some reason I never actually rode there, even though I felt I should be.
I used to believe that dirt roads just needed to be swept (to reveal the pavement underneath).
When I was a kid, my parents never used to go to Chevron gas stations. So for some reasons, I always associated them with making "gas" medicines such as Kaopectate.
I lived in the same house until I was twenty, so I wasn't familiar with the process of moving. I used to believe that people who moved had to swap houses with each other. It amazed me that so many people wanted each others houses!
When I was a child, I misbehaved occasionally. My mom used to say that if I misbehaved again, the garbage collectors would come and take me away. Since their trucks were big and made that whooshing sound, you can understand why I was quite spooked.
I used to believe that everything was "clear" until it was painted. I remember having a hard time trying to figure out how construction crews could keep straight what they had built on a house, or where it was, until it was painted, and they could see it.
I use to think that the salt silos next to the highway were houses of worship. my grandfather told me about the salt but I was convinced they were where people prayed to the salt lords - I was a dumb kid.
My friend lived on the side of a canyon, and his dad told him there was a kid named Echo who lived on the other side. He said Echo would answer if you called to him. My friend got really mad and kept yelling at Echo over and over for being such a mean kid and repeating everything he said instead of answering.
Until I was about 12 years old I believed that homeless people were made up by my parents to scare me.
I used to believe that the dark, trench-coated, hat-wearing figure with slanted glowing eyes on “Neighborhood Watch” signs was actually a member of the neighborhood watch. I envisioned him as a stealthy crime-fighter, cloaked in black and sneaking around the neighborhood after sunset to keep an eye out for criminals. I assumed his picture was on the signs as a deterrent so burglars would know he was watching from the shadows with his piercing white eyes, waiting to pounce the moment they broke the law. I also deduced that each neighborhood had their own “Watcher” since the signs were everywhere. At some point it occurred to me that the drawing was actually the caricature of a thief – the kind of people the neighborhood was watching out for rather than a neighborhood superhero.
The first time I ever saw a "Garage Sale" sign, I knew how to read the word "garbage" but not "garage". So I misread it as "Garbage Sale" and thought the sellers were expressing a low opinion of their merchandise.