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I used to think that the signs outside peoples doors that said "No Soliciting" meant the same as "No Socializing," so the people who lived in those houses were mean and didn't want friends.
Every morning at Breakfast mum gave my sisters and I a little taste of history. When I was 6 yo, she was telling us that millions of years ago Dinasaurs roamed the earth. I asked if that was why there were so many cracks in the pavements. As they all laughed I thought it was true and told all my friends whenever we were walking on the pavements. I believed it for years!
I used to believe - because my brother told me so - that if I stood on a manhole cover and cover both holes with my feet, the road would blow up because of the build up of pressure underneath. I felt genuinely uncomfortable and anxious when he did just that.
As a boy fond of throwing and catching, I believed that if a ball or frisbee touched a telephone wire, the thrown object had to hit the ground before being caught to knock the electricity out of it. To not do so was to die immediately of electrocution. My friends still make fun of my continuing trepidation towards catching anything that has touched a suspended wire.
In one of the neighborhoods that I lived in growing up there was this old house that had its windows boarded up and the grass outside was like three feet high and all the kids were positive that a mean old lady lived in there. We called her the cat lady because whenever a kitten went missing it was said that she lured them to her house and fed them poison... forget the fact that we all bought those kittens at the town fireworks for a-penny-a-paw and thought they were old enough to run around the neighborhood by themselves. And it meant nothing that the house was condemned by the town. There was an old lady cat-napping our kitten!!
When I was little my mom always told me never to walk outside barefooted. One summer day I touched the street (twas scorching) then I realized that if I walked on the street barefooted I would be engulfed in flames.
When i was little my mom used to tell me that all the oil spots and/or gum spots in a parking lot or road was children that ran in front of traffic and got splattered! i belived that from the time i was 3 to the age of 7 ....kinda cruel huh?....but i guess if it kept me out of the road!!!!
I used to believe that when you drove a car, the tires turned the earth, so it amazed me how two cars could pass each other. I thought it was because the road had two parts, one for each direction.
When I was a kid, a local window blind company's dellivery trucks had a sign on the back that read, "Careful, blind man driving." I thought they were so kind to hire the handicapped!
Thanks to her sister, my friend used to believe that it was only impolite to point at people with an ODD number of fingers. If you used an EVEN number, it was okay.
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).
my friend told me that curbs painted yellow would turn to lava and burn up anyone's legs who stood on them for too long. all i could do was watching in horror whenever anyone set foot on them, waiting for their legs to be burnt off.
When you walked up the high street you had an invisible piece of string behind you & you had to walk back home the right way so it did not get entangled up between lamp posts
I uesed to believe that when I posted a letter a little person would snatch the letter from my hand and run along a tunnel to its destination. The "little person" would appear like a mole in the garden of the recipient and post it through thier letterbox. It was years before I connected the friendly postman with the receiving of mail.
When I was a kid there was a building site behind our house where they were building some new houses, and naturally us neighbourhood kids would use it for playing soldiers, and climbing on the scaffolding and throwing bricks and planks at each other. The usual stuff.
However, one day I was sat on one of the earthmovers, pretending to drive it when my father saw me and carted me into the house, and proceeded to tell me not to go onto the lorries and diggers, as you needed special leather trousers. If you sat on the seats without these special leather trousers, then if the digger started up, the vibrations would shake all your insides out of your bum.
Damn, I was scared, so I never went on the building site again. Mental scarring, or what!!
when i was a child i used to think that a cross on top of the church in town was my dad watching me. It seemed so high up so i couldn't see what it really was.
I used to believe that a topless bar meant that everyone who went to one had to be topless (men and women)
Every time we were in the industrial part of town i would see this big stormwater drain, more like a large concrete-lined canal. I honestly believed that if you stood in the drain you would immediately be cloned! So, if you stood in there long enough there would be an army of you....don't know where i got that one from!
After being fixated with Thomas the Tank Engine and how the streets lights turned on I finally came to a logical conclusion. I believed that the fat controller lives inside the lamp post on a little chair and turned on the lights when it go dark.