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I used to think that robbers had keys to every house and that's how they got in to take your stuff
I have a cousin who has mental problems because of natural causes. But when I was a kid I used to think one of his neighbors threw a rock at his head which damaged his brain. I would frown at them every time I saw them.
I always thought that a little person lived inside each mailbox waiting to take my letter to its destination.
When i was about 8, i remember seeing a sign that said "Brat Roast this weekend" at a church. I thought they'd be roasting disobedient children. It didn't occur to me that "brat" was short for Bratwurst.
I remember being in the car when it was beginning to get dark and seeing the street lights turn on one by one. I thought that there was a massive room full of thousands of computers, one for each lamp and there was a man who had to switch them on individually. When I was about 7, we watched a 'Come Outside' video at school which explained that therre are sensors which can tell if iut is dark and switch them on. I couldn't wait to get out of school that day to tell my mum the 'truth'!
when i was younger my mum used to tell me and my brothers and sisters about a man who lived over the road from us called the sock-sniffer and she used to say when you walked past him he would steal your socks and sew them onto his jacket.......and i believed her.........o-m-g!!
I used to think the little power boxes at the top of telephone poles were people's mailboxes, and I always wondered how on earth they managed to collect their mail every day.
I used to believe that each streetlamp in the whole world had a very small man inside who worked the switch.
My sister used to tell me that the fake rocks that cover the electric cicuits would create music when you weren't near them. I would always try and catch the rocks in the act, but never did...
I used to believe that houses were alive. The windows were eyes and the front door the mouth. The house had feelings, ie happy when the family living inside had events like a new baby, a birthday party, a holiday, a wedding, etc. Sad when there was sickness, injury, arguments or death to someone in the family. If a house was empty, it was unloved; if it was torn down, it was murdered.
When i was around 10 give or take, me and my friends actually believed we could build some sort of secret world below the ground outside in the apartments where we lived you know a little secret underground fully equiped with a tv and everything. So after carefully thinking thru and discussing this top secret project and making sure nobody finds out especially any grown ups, we got prepared for some serious digging. We dug at the side of the building maybe a 10 square foot area. It was a hidden area so we dug all day. I think we even continued the next day first thing. Well we had dug so deep we were all having second thoughts thinking about the trouble we would get in if caught.
Sure enough not too long after that the landlord caught us and almost had a heart attack. We had almost dug out a swimming pool.
When I was in grade school, I loved to play on the playground bars at recess. One day I was in the back seat while my older brother and my mom were talking in the front of the car. I wasn't paying much attention to them but did hear my mom say that there used to be lots of bars on the street we were driving down when my mom was younger.
I sat up and looked around, trying to imagine the street filled with bars and happy children playing on them. Sounded like heaven to me!
To this day I can't go down that street without an inner smile, with that picture still in my head - even though I know now that the bars they were talking about were of the saloon variety, not the playground bars I knew and loved!
My dad used to tell me that he can control the metallic signs on the streets, he turns the high beam of the headlights so the signs reflects the light and appear like they were lighting, then he turns the beam low again to turn them off ! i was 6 back then.
I used to believe those odd black pouch-looking things up on telephone wires held the workmen's tools so they wouldn't have to keep going up and down the pole to their truck to get tools. Still don't know what they're for however...
I believed that the sparks from the fireworks on the 4th of July landed in the street and that's what painted the lines in the road
I used to believe that those blue thins you see on the road so fireman could locate hydrants were magic machines that you stood on and it teleported my thoughts to my parents.
I used to believe that if there were men doing roadworks outside my house, I couldn't go outside or they would put me in the manhole and put the cover back on and leave me there, and that this was something they routinely did.
I used to think that all the buildings with "TO LET" signs were actually public toilets and the letter "i" had fallen off.
At pedestrian crossings with red and green men on the lights my mum always used to say wait for the green man, for months id wait for a man wearing green to walk by on the other side of the road. Whenever i said we could go my mum said no the green man hasn't come.I tried to convince her he had. it was only one day when i looked up high enough i realised why i was always wanting to go at the wrong time!
I used to think under the manholes aliens and crocodiles and snakes and stuff would live under there, and if you stepped on the manhole one said beasties would pop up and drag you in and eat you or turn you into a beastie too. I managed to convince my little brother so, and everytime we go skating or for a walk, he avoids going even close to a manhole. He thought they eat the dog one day when he stepped on the manhole.