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I used to believe when you moved house they took your house out of the ground and strapped it to a car so you could take wherever you wanted to.
I used to believe that when you moved house you swapped house with the person moving into your old house.
When I was eight, I used to think that a lady who lived a few doors down from my Grandma was insane.
Grandma lives in this apartment building only for old people. It had eleven floors and Grandmda lived in apartment 901, so you can guess how huge it was, especially to an eight-year-old
Anyway, this lady would crank up her TV really loud, and whenever you would go past her door, you could hear her screaming stuff. Sometimes, you could hear her screaming stuff at Bob Barker early in the morning.
One time, I was messing around the house while Grandma was cooking dinner. Since Cabin Fever was settling in, she told me to "entertain myself". Since Grandma was sixty-something, there wasn't much to do that was exactly thrilling. So, I decided to stare out of the little peephole in Grandma's door. After staring for several minutes, I was horrified when I saw this old lady coming down the hall way, staring into all of the peepholes. Needless to say, Grandma had a hard time convincing me to unlock the bathroom door and come out.
When I was about six i always thought that if someone was moving they were going to trade houses with someone else that was moving. Then i had the question, what if no one else was moving? Who would they trade with?
I used to believe that if I went down the bottom of the hill to the pedestrian underpass near where I lived that the punk-rockers would get me.
Then again, they probably would have you know...
I used to believe that there where little mice the the street lights that turned them on and off.
Directly across the street from my home was a very old house that was abandoned. Trees and things had grown up around it, and it looked creepy. During the summer, lightening bugs would fly in the house and it would light up the rooms of the house. I would sit and stare at the house looking for any possible movement of a ghost or something. When I got much older (and braver) I went into the house to get over my fear of it.
i used to think that throwing letters in the letterbox at the same time they would arrive at the same address so i always put them in seperately...
i used to think that if i walked across the street slowly when it was dark, a car would come out of nowwhere and run over me. so i would run as fast as i could across the street to whereever i was going.
When I was small, my father and I passed a massage parlor. I read the sign and informed my father that when I grew up, I would go to massage parlors all the time because I really liked massages. He laughed for a while, then explained that people go to a masseuse for a massage, not a massage parlor.
When I was little, I hated holding my parents hands while crossing the road. my sister then told me if I didnt hold my parents hands, a car would eat me. she proved it to me when she we were at a car shop thing, she showed me a car with the front truck open. she said that was a car with its a mouth open. then , whenever I crossed the streets, I always went SCREAMING and begging my parents to hold my hands! lolz!
I used to believe that when the sun went down, it accually went into someone's lawn. So, I'd walk around the block at sunset watching for which lawn the sun would go down to. It always seemed like the sun would go into someone's lawn miles away. I used to think that one day in went into my neighbor Keelyn's front lawn.
When I was little I had this odd habit when I walked outside. If I stepped on a crack with one foot, I had to stop on another crack in the same spot with my other foot. Everything had to be even, or I believed I would get back luck. Needless to say, walking with me was annoying. ;)
After getting foodstuffs and drinks from the 7-11, my brother and I would hang out in front of the store, taking our sweet time enjoying them right in front of a big NO LOITERING sign. That's 'cause we thought loitering meant the same thing as littering and we always threw away our trash in the cans.
Just after preschool we decided to move, and i just couldnt grasp it. I thought that when we moved we would take all our stuff AND take apart our house piece by piece and put it back together at the new location. I didnt understand how we could do it over the weekend. Man am i glad it wasnt like that.
One time me and my sister were walking around downtown and we were going into dance costume shops and we looked through the window of one of the stores and we saw little frilly costume things. So we decided to go in and look around. After about a minute or two of being in there I realized what it was! I told my sister that we were in a lingerie store and we hurry and ran out. We were like 11 and 13 or something like that. Turns out after we walked out we saw the name of the store and it was called "Dirty Joe's Punsters" it was so gross.
my uncle had a woods behind his house, and he told us this story about how the woods used to be where school kids would play and loose toys and stuff, and after every really good rain the "treasures" would get stirred up from the dirt! so we would always go out into the woods and come back with keychains, toy matchbox cars, necklaces bracelets, and so on. we believed this from the time we could walk until about age 13-14 around there lol!
When I used to see a sign saying "Littering Fine" I thought they meant if you littered REAL GOOD!
when i was a little girl my mom used to tell me that if you walked over the drains in the ground in parking lots you would fall in. i believed her untill i was 9 and finally built up the bravery to walk over one.
I moved to MA from D.C. at about 8 after my parents split up. We sold our house and moved into a 2 family house...we lived upstairs. Near our neighborhood were some goverment funded two family homes known as "the projects"
Well I thought it was totally cool to live in a 2 family home cause then you automatically had kids to play with from downstairs. So when we went back to D.c. to visit I proudly told my father and grandmother that "I live in the projects!" They were both horrified and my dad insisted on sending my mom extra $$$.