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When I rode my bicycle my mother always told me to eb careful of strangers. I didn't know what the word "stranger" meant, and I thought that strangers were the maintenance men who worked in my apartment development. Anytime I'd ride past the boiler room doors past a building (where the maintenance men kept their supplies), I'd go really fast in case one of them was there and tried to catch me.
the street we live on is the same as our surname so when i was younger i believed that we were the first family to live on that street so it was named after us!
When I was three, my mom told me that if I stepped on the blue paint in handicapped parking spots while it was raining, I'd slip and fall. But the yellow was okay. To this day (I'm 15), I still avoid the blue lines by habit!
When I was little my dad told me to throw my gum in the street that way it would fill up the cracks and they (the city) wouldn't have to pave the roads as much. It wasn't until someone asked me why I always threw my gum in the street that I started doubting my dad (I was 28).
As a child I believed that when you put letters in a mailbox, they would magically find their way to the recipient by way of underground tunnels and chutes--operated by gnomes living deep underground. I thought that the earth's core was a series of tubes that connected mailboxes!
i believed for the longest time that after about 8 pm all the roads were closed (just like stores) and everyone had to be at home with their families and going to bed...
when i was kid, i believed dynamite was something you sprayed on rocks and then they would dissapear
I used to see signs all over the place saying 'PARK AND RIDE' and wondered why my parents never to took me to this Park, which I presumed had swings and slides and Rides, like a fun fair.
Imagine my dissappointment years later when I discovered that PARK AND RIDE were out of town car parks where you can PARK your car and RIDE free on the bus into the town centre.
I used to beleive, upon viewing half demolished houses, that they had in fact 'fallen down'. Thanks Mum and Dad.
Went home wondering when ours would collapse in on us.
Begin a big fan of Stephen King when I was a kid, I came across the word 'mausoleum', and wondered what the purpose was. I asked my mom (who obviously got the word confused with 'asylum'), and she informed me that mausoleums were where they 'locked up all the crazy people'. For years after, whenever we drove past a cemetary, I would listen for the hoots and howls of the crazy folks locked inside he little stone buildings.
When I was about five or six, my dad brought me along with him to go to work and on the way we crossed this parade where there were a bunch of bears giving out candy, and apparently I was REALLY fascinated. So about a week after, I asked my dad if we could go see the bears again, because I thought it was perfectly normal to see blue and green bears dancing around in the streets on your way to work.
I used to think that when the roads were 'all finished' all of the streets with the same name in all the towns in the world would connect.
When I was young I couldn't get all the info about firefighters to fit together. I knew they slid down a pole to get out to the fire. I knew the firebox on the corner telephone pole summoned them to the fire. I could understand how they could slide down a small pole inside the big telephone pole and how they could get out.
i used to believe that the "coin wash" was to clean my dirty pennies.
I used to go with my dad in the car when he went to the gas station. He would always say "fill her up Ethyl." I used to think all gas station attendants were named Ethel. One day I asked my dad how come the gas station attendants (who were all men back then) had the same woman's name. He set me straight.
Well when I was a little kid, the coin slot on a parking meter looked like the one on a slot machone to me. So I thought that people putting money in a slot machine were playing for time, never knowing how much time each coin would buy them.
When I was younger I used to think the Parcel Force were a van full of people that came to your door and forced you to have parcels. I used to be petrified when I saw the van in our street in case they forced me to have a parcel I didn't want.
When I was little, I hated holding my parents hands while crossing the road. my sister then told me if I didnt hold my parents hands, a car would eat me. she proved it to me when she we were at a car shop thing, she showed me a car with the front truck open. she said that was a car with its a mouth open. then , whenever I crossed the streets, I always went SCREAMING and begging my parents to hold my hands! lolz!
I used to think that when somebody wanted to move, they would have to switch houses with somebody else. no questions asked. i also used to think that if they did that, but still wanted to live in the same house but in a different area, they would "scoop" up each house with a giant machine with a spatula-type thing to move the houses.
I used to believe that dirt roads just needed to be swept (to reveal the pavement underneath).