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All the streets in my town are like this..15th 16th 17th and so on also the cross streets are a , b ,c ,d ,e ,f so when i was growing up I though everyone in my town including me was crazy and were being held captive in crazy town,,this is true
It took me a loooong time to realize that you had to go to the post office to mail a letter. I had always thought you just had to leave anything you wanted to mail in your mailbox and the mailman would pick it up for you at the same time he dropped off your new mail.
I used to think that sky scrapers were large street sweeper like machines that flew trhough the air. Scraping. What for? I have no idea.
I still thought that office workers worked in them though, because my father always claimed to. Giant yellow machines, flying through the air, piloted by men in suits and ties.
After seeing the movie, "Cast Away", I always yelled "FedEx" whenever a FedEx truck went by and casually ran away if I was outside, or if I was in the car, I'd just say FedEx like people say Slugbug. I wasn't scared or anything; it was just a superstition. I can't remember when I finally stopped doing that.
when i was around 4, i remember sitting in the car watching the powerlines along the road - and the steel structures holding them up would look like ladies stretching their arms up to hold the wires up.
that DOT was a particularly popular brand of motor cycle helmet.
I played Mario Bros with my brother a lot when I was younger.I believed that you could turn video games into real life if you tried hard enough. I would always stand on manholes and concentrate my hardest to get beamed down so I could get extra coins or find the hidden passageway. I even convinced my best friend it was true.
When I was about 8 or 9, I used to believe that there were giant people under the streets that would hold up the speed bumps with their arms and heads. One time, I tried acting it out and my parents asked me if I was praying.
"Step on a crack, you'll break your mothers back". I was always looking down at the sidewalks to be sure I didn't step on a crack. Must have gotten one, because my mom did break her back(cracked disk) when I was 10. I was devastated, but she then told me it wasn't my fault and that was just a fable.
That nothing existed underneath roads - only 'outer-space'
I used to think that the very large electricity pole across the street from my bedroom window would suck me out the window and hand me off to a dump truck that was flying by in the sky. Then the dump truck would fly higher and higher and drop me on the ground, splat!
I used to believe that pebble-dashed houses were pebble-dashed because the world used to be all sea, and when the sea came down it left all the sand and pebbles stuck to the side of the houses. Until I was about twelve.
when I was six I believe the mail man was plotting an attempt to kidnap me. I don't know why. My mother did this to me.
There is a building that I would go past often when I was little, and on the side it says Whale E. Electric with a picture of a whale next to it. Most kids my age thought it was an aquarium with a whale in it, but I thought it was filled with red and blue whale shaped sponges. I have no idea how I came up with that one.
when i was little.. i used to try not to step on the cracks.. cause i seriously thought i would break my moms back.. it was sad.. still to this day i am parinoid i try not to step on cracks in the sidewalk
it is sadd
I used to believe that street lights had genders and personalities.
Because street lights come in differently designed poles and lamps, I always imagined lights in one neighborhood being happy, lights in others being sad, ecstatic, disgruntled, surprised, tranquil, etc. Depending on the pole, the light would be either male, female, or sometimes unisex.
When I was about 7, I thought the red front doors of my sister's high school meant that firetrucks were stored inside, and the firetrucks would come down the 20 or so steps of the building anytime there was a fire. I proudly told this to a visitor we were showing around town and my entire family stared at me like I was a total loon.
I used to believe that if you stepped on the cracks of the pavement, a bear would jump up and eat you.
My sister and I used to believe that the power polls were monsters, so on road trips we would dive behind the backseat, while my brother protected us.
When I was little I was terrified of the garbage truck. I believed if it saw me the big long arm that grabbed the trash can was going to come and grab me and throw me away!