One time i was in the mall with my dad and I was about 5 i wanted a cinnabon so bad i bugged my dad until a cop came up and my dad was like hey my son is being bad are you gonna take him away the cop said ill give him one more chance. That scared the hell out of me the rest of the day and i didnt say another word.
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I never had my bed under a window as a kid, because I thought that a burglar would break into the house by diving headfirst through the window, showering me with broken glass. As if that would be the best, stealthiest way for an intruder to invade a suburban household.
When I was little my sister thought serial killers stabbed cereal boxes because they didn't like the taste or something........you don't want to know what was going through her mind of what she thought a serial rapist was............
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Up until I was about 8, I believed that sexual assault is when a person punches another person in the face while touching their genitals. LOL!
I used to think that every night, if I got up there would be a murderer out there that had already hung my parents up on the wall and would kill me. That's one of the reasons I started sleeping with my door closed
I once heard my dad say that the judge was going to "throw the book" at a guy from our neighborhood. I really thought that judges hit people with books after that. It scared me to think what the Gavel was for.
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I could not figure out what the term 'assualt and battery' meant..what did a battery have to do with hitting someone? lol
when i was around 5 my mom told me that the brat police would come and get me if i was bad. One day i didnt want to buckle up so she told me that they would come to get me and i told her she was making it up. Later that day she got pulled over for speeding, the cop didnt know what to say when i started to cry and tell him not to take me away i will buckel from now on.
Wow this is goning to sound bad but when I was about 5 or 6 years old I was watching the news there was something on about a serial killer. I never went near the cereal cabinet again. Lol I went downstairs the next morning and threw all the cereal away.
I used to thinm that all criminals were like the bad guys on tv, but then I learned better and thought that there was no such thing as criminals!
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i thought that if you broke the law a officer would come and hit you with a night stick
One time when I was like in 4th grade (8 years ago) my father was driving my sister and I home from the Grocery Store, and I guess he was going a little over the speed limit and he got pulled over. This was a new experience for me, so of course I start bawling my eyes out and screaming: "DON'T TAKE MY DADDY TO JAIL! DON'T ARREST MY DADDY!". I thought that when you got pulled over or just looked at a police man or woman that you would automatically go to prison. Lucky for my dad, he got out of a speeding ticket because the cop thought I was too cute!
I once thought, when I was three I think, that people would steal cars by just picking them up and running away! I had a little image in my head of a blond guy running up to our car, picking it up (as if it were only 5 lbs,) and running away! This made me wonder why millions of cars don't get stolen every day
Once when I was like 7 I stole a pack of cards from blockbuster, my mom found out and took me back to blockbuster to tell the man what I had done and I was yelling "PLEASE DONT LET THE POLICE ARREST ME!"
When I was really little I used to believe that kidnappers were people who took you from the sidewalk when you were alone and threw you in a crib and forced you to sleep/take a nap.
I used to believe that serial killers killed cereal...Cause i didnt know that it was spelt the other way...about 3 years ago i learned the difference.
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I used to belive that the law was a number of rules on a notice board outside Buckingham Palace.
when i was little, the first time i had heard about "crack" was when i was 7 years old. well.. one day i was in a store, this man said"give me some crack" i was thinking that the two men would go into the bathroom and stiff eack others crack to get high. later years i learned that" crack kills"
when i was a child, i used to believe that when a judge would say to a criminal"you should be sentenced to 317 years in prision." i thought that when the person would had died they would burn the body to keep the smell away for the next hundred something years and put it in a safe not realeasing it untill the 317 years were up in to the sea.
i used to believe that there were police in the trees, because my older sister told me that there were. she told me that if i did anything bad or messed with her they[d come down and arrest me . they were always watching me. . .or so she said