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I used to think that if there was a Dr on a street sign, that meant a doctor lived there.
I used to believe that 'Sky Scrapers' were big rakes on pivots, that swayed in a smooth side-to-side motion scraping the clouds.
I have since found out (1980ish) they are just tawdry, vacuous, boring old buildings and in more recent times... Sadly.. suitable targets for terrorist attack..!!
Innocents is bliss
I used to believe that if you crossed the street without an adult, a giant would kidnap you and eat you. I was scared to death to cross streets after that, with or without adults.
Thank you for that, Grandma.
My dad used to tell my sister, when she was young that the shredded tires from eighteen wheelers on the sides of the highway were road snakes.
Whenever I would go for a walk with my grandma when I was around the ages of 4 or 5 I firmly believed that if I ever stepped on a crack in the sidewalk that a police car would come roaring down the street and arrest me for doing so.
As a small child I saw turf on the back of a truck going down the road. I asked my dad what it was and he told me that rich people sent their grass away to be mowed and the turf on the truck was the grass being taken back to their mansions! I believed this until I was about 12 when I asked a wealthy friend whether they did this...
When I was young and playing out with my best friend, an oldish lady walked past and said hello to her. The same lady would stop and give her treats and always say hello. My friend said the lady was ‘my lady’ (as in, she belonged to my friend) so I just presumed that we all had our own ‘my lady’ who would give us sweets and stuff, and we just had to find our one. I thought that for years until I twigged that this was a friend of my friend’s parents!! Ha ha.
When I was a little kid, I believed that I would fall through the little holes on the floor of the climbing structure at the playground.
I f my mom told me to jump down to the level with the holes, I would start crying becuase i didn't want to fall through the holes.
When I was around 5 I believed that the Doctors SURGERY was actually a SUGARY (which im sure dont exsist)which stocked lots of yummy lolly treats.
I would beg my mum to go over and over & when I did it was not a pleasant experience!
When I was in Pre-K, I used to believe that if you stepped on cracks inbetween tiles, you would hurt yourself. I guess that comes from the saying "Step on a crack & break yo' momma's back"
when I was 5 I would run home terrified when a saw a backhoe driving up the street because I believed it would tear our house down
I used to think that double yellow lines painted onthe road were actually pipelines of honey for bears that lived underground.
When I was young I lived in an area (in the UK)where lots of new roads were being built. As the building was taking place these markers were used for some reason and they were usually a straight piece of wood with another piece across - like a crucifix shaped piece of wood a couple of feet high.
I used to think that these were the graves of people who had died while working on the new road - it made me feel that building roads must be a very dangerous job to have!
I grew up on a road that had a gravel pit, and there was a sign saying "trespassers will be persecuted". I knew that Jesus had been persecuted , but I'd mixed up / combined that with crucified.... so I never went in there. I didn't want to be nailed to a cross!
When I was like six, I thought there were homeless people at the dump so I used to make whole sandwiches and put them in the garbage for the people to eat.
I always used to think that skinny men lived in lamp posts and that they turned them on at night to keep us safe.
you know how there are used car lots with cars outside with the year of the make of the car on the front of them?? well i thought that was the price of the car...i couldn't figure out why someone didn't want to pay only 92 dollars for a car
I often wondered what No Outlet meant when we would go driving down new neighborhoods. Where did these people get the electricity from? I don't get it? How do the lights go on in the house?
When I was little, my dad would tell me that if anyone ever tried to kid-nap me, all I had to do was try to get under a street light and they would let me go. I didn't understand his sarcasm so I really believed that if that ever happened to me, all I would have to do is get under a street light and I would be ok!
When I was a child, my family often donated old furniture and appliances to the Salvation Army, who would come in a truck to pick up such things. I thoguht they were called the Salvation Army because they salvaged old items like the ones we donated.