neighbourhood: in the street

When I was little I asked my mom how the lights changed at a stop light. For some reason, she told me that there were "little green men" in the boxes on the pole that worked there. I told her this recently and she said she doesn't remember when or why she would ever tell me this...we laugh about it all the time now!

I used to believe that the "No Outlet" sign on the road near mine meant that there were no power outlets... I thought the little boy that lived down there was Amish...

My neighbor and I were thoroughly convinced that all old ladies were waiting to steal us. What an ailing elderly women would want with a couple of five year old kids I have no idea. But that didn't stop us from hiding from every one of them that crossed our path

I used to believe that every street shared the same name.

If you were giving someone directions you would say something like, "Make a left on Cherry Street, then travel 4 miles and make a right on Cherry Street. Then go four blocks down until you get to Cheery Street and I live on the corner there of Cherry and Cherry streets."

I used to believe when I was little that when those gas stations had the signs outside that said "Clean Restrooms", that it meant that you had to clean the restroom! LOL

i used to live on an Armed Forces estate, and their was a Salvation Army store there. I had it in my head that the Salvation Army where a regiment in the Army, up to about 5/6 yrs ago. im 17.

i used to beleive that there was a man in the traffic lights that changed the colours.until one day i saw a crash where a car knocked over the traffic lights i ran over to see if the man was okay but instead i found metel and wires

At night, while walking along the sidewalk, I would see the reflection of car headlights on the power wires up above. Since they moved quickly and disappeared after a while, I thought I was seeing electricity moving through them.

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.

The Salvation Army building in Crewe when i was growing up had the letters S and V missing from their name on the outside of their building. I thought they were called the Alsation army until I was 14 when they added the letters that were missing. I never could undertsand why everyone else called them the Salvation Army.

I thought that when a club had sign out front saying, "no cover." that meant women didn't cover their chests. I was horrifed that one day I would have to go in a club and they would make me take my shirt off.

Just after preschool we decided to move, and i just couldnt grasp it. I thought that when we moved we would take all our stuff AND take apart our house piece by piece and put it back together at the new location. I didnt understand how we could do it over the weekend. Man am i glad it wasnt like that.

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 believe the balls on the wires (for planes to see) were from the circus and that they had accidently left them(sorta like a tightrope)

We lived on a dead-end street. At the end of the block, there was a sewer drain that ran the entire width of the street. I thought that underneath that part of our street was the actual location of Hell.

I was just browsing the site, and came upon an interesting discovery. I just found out about two minutes ago, from a belief posted here, that fire trucks actually don't carry the water inside of them. And I'm 19.
Now that is seriously sad!