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When I was a little girl living in Brazil, my cousin, who was around my age, would tell me that if you threw a coin in the sewer a doll would come up, like a vending machine or something. Go figure.
I used to believe that the steam rising from sewers during the cold winter months was caused by dragons playing poker and smoking cigars while doing so. Why? My brother told me this was the case when I asked about the "smoke". He later caught me staring down into a sewer grate on our block trying to spot the reptilian gamblers puffing away.
I used to believe that if there were men doing roadworks outside my house, I couldn't go outside or they would put me in the manhole and put the cover back on and leave me there, and that this was something they routinely did.
I used to believe that the garbage man was a homeless person who would collect trash to sort through it for food. I would sneak parts of my meals into the trashcan for him to find.
I always thought the connectors on the telephone lines were flying turtles.
I firmly believed that gas stations pumped gas right out of the ground. And my proof was the fact that there were intersections w/ 2-3 gas stations--clearly that's where the gasoline was!
that my neighbors house across the street had a "magic" attic. My buddy said his house was so tall (it was huge) that it was far enough away from the earth that there was no gravity and you could float around up there. I was 4 when he told me this, and I begged him every time I saw him to take me there until I was 5 1/2 and we moved.
I used to believe that all Street-Lamps were turned off at Midnight.
when i was younger i used to believe that oil and petrol patches on the floor were dead rainbows.i used cry whenever i saw one.
when i was little i used to believe that garbage trucks ate the trash and i was scared that if the trash guys seen me they would feed me to the truck
i used to believe that scaffolding was used to support buildings when they were having work on them.
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.
When I was young I thought the oil company called Esso was actually 3SSO, because the font used for the E looked like a 3 backwards. I didn't recognise it as an E until it was pointed out to me that it was not a 3. I must be dyslexic or something.
I used to see dead animals on the side of the road that were obviously dead-hit by a vehicle. In the infinited wisdom of my parents they told me, to keep the tears from flowing all day, that the animals were just sleeping on the side of the road. Until about the age of five I kept wondering why my parents would never stop and catch one of these sleeping pets so that I could have them as a pet.
Up untill i was about 10 yrs old i used to think that cats eyes (those little reflective things in the middle of the road) were minature gas lamps and every night the old man that lived underneath the road would go along and light every single one individually with a giant match!!
When i was 10 and moved to California, i saw those bumpy lane dividers for the first time. When i asked my mom what they were for she said, "so blind drivers can know where the lanes are."
i believed her.
when i was 15 i was telling my friend about it when it hit me. "how can blind people see the stop lights."
i'm glad i straightened that out before i took my drivers test.
I've always had a very bad sense of direction, especially in the dark. This obviously led me to believe that buildings and streets moved around at night just to confuse me.
When my friend, Katy, was younger, she thought that if she watered the sidewalk, it would get longer by the next day.
...What a dummy..
I used to th that the 'To Let' signs on buildings said 'toilet' and was always amazed how many public loos there were and wondered why we had to stop at service stations for rest breaks when there were loos everywhere!
the numbering in our street when I was young went even down one side and odd numbers down the other,So i lived at number 3 and my friend lived next door at number 5,we used to think that number 4 was demolished because somone was murdered there...no amount of digging turned up any eveidence though.