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When I was little I thought that a pair of smoke stacks (which were part of a factory a few miles away) was actually Cinderella's castle. I could never quite understand why my parents would never take me there if we were so close.
I used to pass this sign for a warehouse that was "Open to the Public". Every time I saw it, I got mad because I thought they were discriminating against Catholics by only letting the "Public" in.
When someone was awarded the "key to the city" I thought it was a real key which operated all the city's locks. Then I was worried that the recipients could gain access to my house!!!
There was a house around the corner from my best friend's house that was in pretty bad shape. One day we were walking past that house with our moms, and one mom said to the other "That house looks like it's on its last leg!" I was totally freaked out, picturing the decrepit, hairy, lonely leg under straining to hold up that house!
I thought that the role of Lollipop ladies was to give out lollies. Shame!
Up until I was about nine or ten, I believed the shady man on the "Neighborhood Watch" signs really existed! So did my friends! We would 'see' him hide behind a telephone pole out the corner of our eyes. And he could stand at the exact angle to hide his shadow too. What's even funnier is that since he reminded me so much of the Spy vs. Spy character I thought he'd leave booby-traps everywhere to catch kids. *LOL*
I firmly believed that gas stations pumped gas right out of the ground. And my proof was the fact that there were intersections w/ 2-3 gas stations--clearly that's where the gasoline was!
I used to believe that a house down my block was haunted. Me and my friends would always daringly walk up to the door and peek through the mail slot and run away. One time we did it and got a good look inside, and then heard a high-pitched screaming sound, panicked, and ran away. I still don't know what that noise was.
As a kid, my brother, sisters and I were told that for a letter to arrive at its destination, we had to say the name of the city and state aloud into the mailbox. Why? Because a very small man waited inside the mailbox to collect and sort the mail, and he needed to know which pile to put it on.
Although I never believed this story, my younger sister did until she was almost 10. My brother and I caught her in the act one afternoon--but she realized she'd been duped when she heard us laughing hyterically. The truth can be cruel.
When I was younger I used to believe that a menstrual cycle was raleighs answer to Clive Sinclair C5 Electric trike.
In an upper window of a building opposite my father's workplace was a sign saying "Invisible Menders". No prizes for guessing what I thought it meant!
I used to believe that Pine Street, the main thoroughfare that ran behind our house, went all the way around the world. When we moved when I was 13, we moved east about 20 miles along the same road and even though I knew it by then it didn't go all the way around the world, I was still disappointed when my mom took us to the end of the street a few miles past our house.
My dad was in the Navy all throughout my childhood so was away quite a lot. When me and my sister would write letters and my mum would take us to the post box, my sister thought he lived inside it and would try to shout things to him through the slot.
My partner used to believe that cul de sacs were full of dead hens. This was because her mother who had a strong Yorkshire accents and had told her they were dead 'ens!
Shop windows and walls from time to time have signs up saying 'BILL POSTERS WILL BE PROSECUTED' - i.e. people who illegaly stick up thingemajigs on these properties - and I was told (and believed) that there actually was a man called Bill Posters, who everybody seemed to dislike and want to prosecute. My heart went out to him. I mean these were up all over the country!
I used to believe that if I was walking along the street and I saw someone walking in step with me, left foot same time as my left, right same as my right, that that person would some day help me.
My brother and I believed that when a streetlight went out at night, as you were sitting/walking/driving near it, it was because your brainwaves caused it to.
I used to beleive, upon viewing half demolished houses, that they had in fact 'fallen down'. Thanks Mum and Dad.
Went home wondering when ours would collapse in on us.
Unable to Imagine how they built anything that high, and misinformed by my Dad, I used to think tall brick chimneys were 'grown' rather than built - simplay lay 3 courses and water regularly.
I used to bellieve that allotments were where you grew sheds.