the law

when i was young, a girl was murdered were i live and everytime we went travelling in the car i used sit there with my feet on the seat just incase if the murderer was under the seat trying to get me.

i used to believe that serial killers were going around killing all of the cereal

I used to believe that undercover cops hid under covers/sheets.

When I was little I used to be so scared of police officers because whenever the walkie-talkies on their belts went off I thought their pants were yelling at people.

When I was really young, like 4 yrs, there was a lot of talk about child abductors, and I must have seen things on TV about poison candy. Also, my parents always used to say to me that I wasn't allowed to talk to strangers. All this really impressed me. On my fifth birthday we had been to a theme park, and on the bus home, an elderly woman tried to offer me a roll of candy, which I, of course stubbornly refused to accept, saying that I couldn't take candy from strangers because it was poisoned, and this woman was going to abduct me.

I didn't realize that alcohol figured in "drinking and driving" at all - I just thought that you weren't allowed to drink anything because it was distracting and you couldn't keep both hands on the wheel while doing it.

When I was young and naughty, my mum told me that if i were any more naughtier she would take me to the police station and the police would lock me in jail.

I used to beleive (because he told me) that my Uncle Jack sneaked into Armley Prison, to see what it was like, stayed a couple of weeks, did'nt think much of it and sneaked back out again.

As far as i know my Uncle Jack never actual went to prison.

When I was a child, I was terrified by the "Trespassers will be Prosectuted" signs I saw. I accidentally read 'prosecuted' as 'persecuted'. I had learned in religion class that Jesus was persecuted, and I knew he had been killed, so unfortunately I believed they meant the same thing. Therefore, the signs meant that anyone who trespassed would be immediately killed. I was always terrified to set foot on private property for fear I would be shot.

When I was little I thought all criminals wore black & white striped suits and when they escaped from prison, they went "underground". To reach the "underground" they had to open up a utility access panel (the PC name for manhole cover) or storm drain cover and drop down into the large underground passageways located under every city street.

These dimly-light passage ways were filled with crooks in black & white striped suits who spent their days lurking around the dark corridors of the underground hiding from the law.

The cops looking for the escaped crooks dressed in blue suits similar to the cop on the Monopoly Community Chess card who's hauling the guy to jail. The cops would rarely go into the "underground". I knew this because I never saw them opening manhole covers.

Occasionally, the cops would go "underground" to bust someone only when they did, they used disguises. The cops dressed up like phone company workers and set up teepees over the top of the manhole. Then, the police, wearing hardhats and tool belts would go into the underground and arrest crooks. The teepee was to keep people from seeing into the "underground" because if you did, the crooks down there would come out at night and kill you because you'd seen them.

The cops would sometimes try to electrocute the crooks living in the “underground” because you could see them working on green boxes filled with all kinds of wires.

when i was younger i used to think an evil man would come and get me if i didn't go to sleep

I used to think that jay walking was only for people whos first name began with J, if your name was Alice, you would be A walking....

When I was quite small I thought that serial killers were cereal killers. For a while I was scared that since I was a "cereal killer" I was going to be arrested.

My older brother once told me that if you put your socks on the wrong feet that the police would come to arrest you and throw you in jail forever. So each morning I would have to ask my mum which foot each sock would go on because mum knows everything. This continued for months until I was getting ready for school one day and I realised that I had put on odd socks! I spent ages crying to my mum that "I don't want to go to jail" and "don't let them take me away" for her to realise that my brother was sat on the sofa sniggering and that maybe the two were related... (He always was a little sod)

We were going on a school trip to York in Year 3 and I spotted someone drinking coffee whilst driving. I shouted "THAT MAN'S DRINKING AND DRIVING!" at the top of my lungs.
Needless to say the teachers had a laugh but the kids didn't know what they were laughing at.

I was confused between babysitters and kidnappers. I couldn't understand why people would rather have someone watch their kids who sits on them and hurts them than someone who makes them nap.