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I used to believe that homeless people would catch germs from the unhygienic conditions, and that was why they used to have to get a big bottle of medicine from the chemists and take a big gulp straight out of it. I thought it must have been quick-acting too because they always looked as though they felt a lot better soon afterwards!
when i was younger i thought that when you moved house your house moved with you!!
i use to believe that if you spit your gum on the street, the next car that passed by whould get stuck to the street.
My brother told me that Botts Dots, the raised bumps that separate lanes on the highway, were there so that the blind could drive. I couldn't figure out how blind people would know when to stop because they couldn't see stop signs or traffic signals. It was probably 2 or 3 years later when I realized that my mom just couldn't drive in the lane steadily.
i used to believe that there used to be postal workers underneath the mail boxes who would grab each letter as it was dropped and immediately dispatch it to its destination
When I was young, my mother and I lived in a town home. My mother had the bedroom downstairs, and I had the upstairs room that was more like a loft. It only had a half-wall and I could look down and see the rest of the house. Well, across the way was a long, narrow window that stretched across the opposite wall with a view of a fairly busy street (I don't remember if it was a highway of some sort or not). But when I was little I always thought that the world stopped at a certain time. And by that I mean, I thought everyone went to bed at a certain time. I thought that if I stayed up long enough, the cars would stop driving by because everyone would be at home and in bed. I would climb on my bed and rest my head on the half-wall behind it and watch the cars waiting for them to stop. Needless to say, that never happened, and I always fell asleep waiting for it to. My young mind just couldn't conceive the idea that people were up at all hours of the night and morning.
I used to think that the handy-cap parking spaces in parking lots were for reserved for people who were only going into the building to use the bathroom, since the pictures looked like someone sitting on a toilet. I figured that the parking spaces were so close the the doors so that people could get to the bathroom faster.
I thought that the stripes of the zebra crossings was from a squashed zebra
In the inner city, one of the main streets I saw was named 'Gay Street.' I thought that many gay men were living along the street.
I thought when i was a kid, that all mailboxes had tubes that brought your mail to the person u sent it to.
When I was 5 I always used to say sorry to lamp posts, when I walked into them. That should have taught me to look where I was going, but still, at the age of 14, I still walk into things.
i used to think that if you went to high on a swingset and went all the way around the beam you'd turn inside out.
I used to believed that the sign on houses 'to let' was a toliet and that there was lots of them!
i used to think that you actually were permitted to stand in a firelane because of the signs that read "no parking or standing in firelane"
I used to believe that semi trucks were cement trucks, and that actual semis were just big trucks.
I was convinced for years that there was nothing underneath a road, if it subsided you would fall into a huge ocean
A friend of mine used to believe that the conveyer belts in airports that you pick your luggage up on ran from city to city
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.