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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!
i used to think that if you went to high on a swingset and went all the way around the beam you'd turn inside out.
There is a huge factory (which I now know is owned by Sunoco) next to the highway. Whenever we would drive by my mom would tell us that's where Batman lived. For years I thought Batman really lived there. Weird thing is, in all the movies he lives in a HUGE house, yet I still believed he lived in a huge pipe filled factory that shot out fire.
i used to believe that people who sold their houses and moved were switching with the people who bought them.
i couldn't rationalize the concept of an empty house.
My neighbors across the street own horses, and when I was small I thought the horses were the people who lived in the house, since I never saw the human owners. And I thought that the horses would learn to talk every new years' eve, because then they would throw loud parties where everyone yelled.
In Canada we have signs that read:
Max Clearance - 6'10" (or with other various measurements for truck heights on them) and I used to believe that we had a really tall guy, named Max Clearance in our fair city of Halifax!!!
I used to think there was a big piece of elastic, with one end attached to my back and the other attached to the letterbox on our front door. This meant that if I walked round a lamppost I would get stretched and then have to quickly walk backwards around it again so that I didn't get tangled up.
We lived in Fort Davis, Panama, when I was 4 yrs old. Mom commented, probably to a visiting neighbour, that "it's so hot you can fry an egg on the sidewalk!"
... It didn't work.
When I was four, my dad told me the volleyball poles stuck in the beach were put there by walruses as part of a migratory ritual every August. I totally believed him. Jerk.
I used to believe there was a tribe of indians living behind a long wooden fence alongside the path I used to take to school. I had to hold my breath as I went past this fence or they would kill me. What a tribe of indians was doing in the middle of Cambridgeshire I really don't know.
I usd to believe that at restaurants that had a BYO sign out the front, you had to "bring your own" meal.
i thought the for sale sign buy owner things meant that u could also buy the owner
When I was a child, my mother told me that beehives grew in fire hydrants. She said this because she knew I was afraid of bees, and she didn't want me to climb and play on the fire hydrant in front of my grandfather's house.
Needless to say, I grew up afraid of fire hydrants. I would walk down the street, see a fire hydrant, and cross the street to avoid passing it.
I believed this until I was in high school. Then one day I asked myself, "Haaayyy..... did you actually ever SEE any fire hydrants with beehives in them???" Duuuhhh.......
When I confronted my mother and asked her why she lied to me, she had long forgotten the incident and had no idea what I was talking about!
I thought that the stripes of the zebra crossings was from a squashed zebra
When I saw signs stating "Lots for sale" I thought it meant that there was a lot for sale.
There was construction going on outside of our house one day when I was five or six, and I was curiously watching. There was a cement truck and I remember being very intruiged by it, until it started to move. The shoot (the long thing in which the cement flows out of the mixer) faced toward me and suddenly I went crying and screaming bloody murder out of the room. Horrified, my dad asked what was the matter and I dramatically replied "That truck stuck its tongue out at me!"
Apparently I use to believe that construction machinery had tongues.
You know those "Maximum Occupancy ###" signs in buildings? I used to believe that when a building reached it's maximum occupancy, if just one more person stepped inside, the whole building would collapse. For the longest time I would, to my great frustration, try to count the people in any building I went into.
I grew up in Los Angeles. Once, when I was about 4, I saw an opening ceremony for a new freeway on the news. For a while after that, I believed that the the freeway was closed every night, and that mayor came out every morning to cut the ribbon and open it.
Downtown, the crosswalks have regular lights to tell you when to walk, but they also have highpitched beeps to alert blind people of when to cross. I never put it together... I always looked up on the stoplights for birds that were making the sound. Eventually I concluded that they were trained birds that lived inside the streetlight poles.
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...