the law

i belived that little children could not sit in the front passsenger seat and if they did they went to prission and every time i heard a siren i ducked

when in was little i used to think that cocaine was sugar until i found out what it was

I used to believe if I am naughty, a policeman would come get me and throw me to jail!

In the USA it is illegal to possess or use brass knuckles. I used (and still do) believe that the reason is because the constitution said that you could bear "ARMS" not "knuckles". They must think its OK to blow people's heads off but not to gore their guts.

When I was younger, I thought that stores that displayed Help Wanted signs were encouraging people to help criminals wanted by the law. I always felt very roguish shopping at these stores.

I didn't realize that the signs meant that the store was hiring until I was about 10 years old.

When I was about 5, up until I was 7 or 8 years old, I used to avoid or run/sneak past any windows in the house when it was dark outside. I belived that there were snipers positioned outside who would shoot at me if they spotted me.

I used to get LSD and STDs confused!! So one day we had an AIDS prevention lesson at school, and the teacher said "AIDS is an STD" I immediatley raised my hand (I was very proud to know what LSD was) and said "My dad told me that people in the 60's had STDs and they would see stuff and then write songs about them." The teacher was very confused.

I used to believe that if someone did something very bad, and got sent to prison for like 150 years or so, that they would have to finish their prison term even if they died in prison. That means their dead body would be just sitting there, in the cell for 150 years, stinking up the prison. I also thought you were forced to eat rat turds in prison, it's what my mother told me.

When I was about 5 and my sister was 3, I told her that if she heard police sirens, she had to run and hide because they were going to arrest the first person they saw. She believed this for years, I think until she went to Safety Town

You know D.A.R.E. (drug abuse resitance education) that thing they teach in 5th grade where a policeman come in every week and teaches not to use drugs? in the cafeteria of my elementry school they had this bumper sticker on the wall with

D.A.R.E
Drug abuse resistance education

written on it. i couldn't read very well and i probably didn't know what resistance was. for some reason i thought it was telling you to do drugs and i was confused for years untill i finally figured out what it said.

i used to think (in like, 5th grade)that when you were "stoned" because of drugs that meant that your drug dealer would throw rocks at you because you hadnt payed him. haha.

I originally thought that all graffiti was done with very large textas (thick permanent marker pens) instead of with paint spray cans.

I suppose that from the ages of about 6-8 I must have thought murders were a pretty common occurence, and that murderers must be generally on the prowl for sneaking in people's windows and stabbing up little kids. I suppose this is what I believed, as I distinctly remember piling my (not inconsiderable amount of) cuddley toys on top of me at night. I remember feeling very bad that I was putting my own life and feeling before those of my cuddlies, but doing it none the less. My idea being that is a murderer should come through my window his knife might not reach me through all my cuddley toys. It neither occurred to me that it was reasonably unlikely that a murderer would come in through my window, nor thathe might have some other weapon than a knife - say, a gun - against which my cuddley toys would provide no defense at all.

Oh, around age six and anyone would talk about cat bulgerors, I thought it meant cats that would rob you. So every now and then, I'd make sure our cat (snickers) wasnt trying to rob us. (My parents really started to wonder) And at night, I would make my parents keep my bedroom door shut so snickers wouldnt rob me.

Once I misplaced my GI Joe box (had about 30 gi joes) and swore up and down that snickers had robbed me when I was asleep.

Needless to say, I had slid it under my bed, and snickers wasnt to blame at all =\

I used to believe that there was only one law at a time, and that they changed the law once a year to something else. So, one year you might have to wear your seatbelt, the next year it would be against the law to steal things.

Not a bad idea, how simple would that make things?

Ever since the age of 2 I read everything that I could get my little hands on: medicine bottles, Ajax cans, outdated newspapers, ANYTHING! One day I was crawling under my parents bed when I noticed a tag hanging from the mattress. It said "Remove this tag under penalty of law". In an uncharacteristic fit of defiance, I snatched the tag off. Then, fearing that the police were coming to get me, I hid in the closet for hours. Nothing happened and I finally crept out. But I looked over my shoulder for years, feeling like a felon, waiting to be arrested. It was only when I turned about 18 did I discover that the tag was meant for mattress dealers, to prevent them from selling used items as new for health reasons. But I finally felt free after over 15 years. What was I thinking!!!!