When I was little I was very afraid of a murderer coming into my house to cut my head off. I thought knives couldn't cut through fabric, so I always held the covers up to my chin so I wouldn't get my head cut off.
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I thought Jaywalking meant you crossed the street without looking both ways and holding an adults hand... I think I was 12 before I realised that I wasn't jaywalking when I didn't look both ways..
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When I was around 6 I asked my mum what FBI stood for. She told me it was the Federal Investigational Bureau. I believed it was FIB for the next four years.
I thought that "Don't drink and drive" meant you shouldn't drink anything and then drive (not just alcohol). I was on the bus and saw my busdriver drinking a pop. When she started the bus up to drive I told her, "I don't think you are supposed to drink and drive." She laughed and told me that pop was okay.
i grew up during the heavy anti-drug propaganda. amidst all the 'drugs are bad' & 'don't do drugs' slogans, they had forgotten to differentiate drugs from medicines.
i was appalled when we drove by a pharmacy with a large, publicly visible "Drug Store" sign.
My parents used to watch Americas most wanted when I was younger. When I was about 6 or 7 I remember hearing the word serial killer (home and friends), and thought that it was a person who killed people for their cereal. I was so afraid to eat cereal. Since my parents ate cereal, I was afraid that they would come after us to kill us while we slept.
i use to believe that a killer would be at the bottom of the steps every time i would go up
i used to watch america's most wanted and when john walsh spoke about serial killers, he was talking about people who either killed you with cereal, or killed you and then ate your cereal. i hid all the froot loops, convinced this would ward off a 'cereal killer'.
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When I was a kid I heard that the Beatles did acid and I wondered if they melted from it.
When I was little, I always heard about serial killers on the news. I assumed they were talking about cereal killers, people who murdered you by poisoning your cereal. For some reason, that didn't stop me from eating it.
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I thought drug stores sold drugs. I never understood how they could sell illegal drugs.
When I was a kid, I was a bit confused about the word 'prosecuted' and consequently thought that prostitutes were all people who had been caught trespassing. You know, "Trespassers will be Prosecuted."
When I was about six or seven years old, the infamous serial killer John Wayne Gacy was put to death. I couldn't understand why he recieved such a grim punishment, as I thought a serial killer was a guy who smashed boxes of cereal.
When i was a little girl, my mom worked nights at the hospital. I was always afraid of robbers breaking into my house at night. So, whenever it rained, I always felt safe, because what robber would be so stupid to steal stuff when it was raining? As soon as they would take it outside, the stuff would get wet and then they wouldn't be able to sell it....to this day, I still feel a little bit safer when it rains.
When I was little, the whole "Don't Drink and Drive" campaign was so wide-spread that I remember yelling at my Dad in a McDonald's drive-thru for getting a Coke to drink before we hit the road. "Don't you know you're not supposed to drink and drive, Dad?!?!?" He laughed forever about that.
When I was 4 or 5, my uncle, who was a police detective, told me that when they fingerprint the bad guys, they light a match and hold their fingers above the flame until they turn black. Well . . . when I was in the first grade an officer came to our classroom for a safety talk. At the end of his visit, he said he was going to fingerprint us! AAHHH! I don't think my teacher ever understood why I threw such a fit!
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My parents used to use the phrase "naked as a jaybird". So when I first heard 'jay-walking' I thought they meant someone was walking down the street naked.
I remember one time when my mother and I were in a shop. I really wanted a pack of chewing gum, but my mother wouldn't give me one. The next thing I remember was me and my mother walking at the street, and suddenly about six packs of chewing gum fell out of my pockets ... My mother took me back to the shop and had me give them back to the lady, who looked very angry and told me that she maybe had to call the police and tell them to come and get me. I got really scared, and for many weeks later I imagined that a policeman would walk up to our house and arrest me. (I have never stolen anything after this, however.)
Growing up in the 60's, I constantly proved to be quite the source of amusement to my siblings, especially since I was the youngest of eight kids in our family. Like the many times I overheard my eldest sisters cursing at police cars when they'd go zooming past us. They'd say, "Hey look, there goes another %$&^@%! Pig" and I'd just kept trying to look for the cute little piggies in the back of the squad cars, always wondering why the police would have those critters in their cars and how my sisters could see these animals in the back seat, but I couldn't. It took a few years, although eventually I learned that this was just another derogatory, slang euphemism they used! What I find even funnier now, is that one of them is actually a Sheriff's Deputy and they don't care much for being called a "Pig" one bit, but I never miss a chance but to rub it in that she used to call Cops that, all the time. haha!
I used to believe that people with beards were murderers. I thought that my dad was one of them, but he shaved his beard every morning, so that no-one would know the truth.