the law

Up until I was about 7...my mother always told us to NEVER stand up in the car, cuz a cop would pull us over...I thought that they had some sort of x-ray goggles (explains constant sunglasses) that they could see through cars and see if you were standing up...so I ALWAYS made sure I never stood up in the car......

As a 14 year old listening to "classic" Aerosmith albums I thought the line "sleeping late and smoking tea" from "Mama Kin" actually meant smoking tea leaves. Needless to say I spent many an afternoon rolling up my Mom's Orange Pekoe in looseleaf paper tring to catch a buzz!

I used to think "Drug Stores" sold pot, crack, coke, etc. And I always wondered why they weren't worried about having a big sign up that said "Drug Store"--like did they think the police wouldn't see the signs?

When I learning to drive, my mom told me it was against the law to drive in bare feet.

I duly informed others when they attempted to drive bare-footed of this obscure, little known law.

Ten years later, dozens of people informed, I found out it was my "mother's law" not a traffic violation at all!

I often wonder how many people passed what I said along to others and just how many are out there are wandering around obeying "mom's law." haha

When I was very young I was listening to the radio, when a guy said a man was arrested for child pornography. I asked my mother what this was, and she said "He took bad pictures of children".

So then a few weeks later, I saw my friend drawing a mustache on a photo of his sister! Then I ran to his mother and yelled "HE'S DOING CHILD PORNOGRAPHY!".

When I was little, I used to think that taking any kind of medicine if used when you didn't need it was like taking drugs. My friends once were sucking on cough drops, and since they weren't sick I thought they were doing drugs and would get addicted. Needless to say I was freaking out.

When I was little, I thought that policemen had special trackers that could tell if you had your seatbelt on! I always wore it because I was afraid I'd get arrested!

When I was about four, I believed that statues ( the big ones in parks) were bad people covered over with cement. I didn't understand why they had to cover their horses with cement too sometimes!
I thought this is how criminals were punished before there were prisons!

my grandmother had arthritis, and one time when i was visiting her she said something about needing to go to the pharmacy to get her drugs. i had never heard medicine referred to as "drugs" before, so i got really upset because i thought my grandma was some kind of druggie!

i used to think a "joint" you smoke was the same as the joints in your body...i couldn't figure out how you would get one of those out of your body, or how you would smoke it.

I always used to think that there was an invisible mafia and they were always trying to shoot me with their guns. But every movement I made throughout the day would "dodge" the bullets and never get hit. I could only imagine how angry they would get as they kept missing. maybe they should take mafia-shooting lessons..............invisibly

When I was oung I use to think that a "serial killer" was someone who ate serial. So once when my mum bouht serial, she gave me some for breakfast, walked out of the room, and i tried it and when she came ack in and saw me eating it i shouted "I'm a serial killer!! I'M SORRY!!" Ahh, the humiliation..

I am from Canada. When I was about 6 years old and in the first grade I was apparently pretty gullible. I broke a boy in my class's "skin coloured" crayon and he told me that if I didn't give him my "skin coloured" crayon to replace his that he would tell his Dad and his Dad would send me to "kid jail" in the United States. I totally believed him and was terrified. However, I really did't want to give him my crayon, so I finally burst into tears and told my Mom and she clarified things for me!!

i used to believe my cousins - anything they said. they loved to mess with me.

they made me really angry one time and i told my grandfather that he should call the police on them because they stole my something-or-other.

he picked up the phone, dialed (pretended to, at least) and started talking like he was talking to the cops.

when he hung up, i started freaking out because i didn't want my cousin to go to jail.

When I was little I wanted to learn to ride a bike without the training wheels. My dad told me that if he took them off my bike he could never put them back on beacause it was against the law. I cried and cried untill finnally my grandpa told me he was lieing.

I used to believe my older siblings when they told me that if I was bad the policeman would come and get me and put me in jail. When I was five we moved into our new house and I fell asleep in a bedroom closet. No one could find me later, and a policeman was called. you can imagine how freaked-out I was to be rudely awoken by a policeman pulling me out of the closet by my ankle! My mom gave my older siblings quite a lecture when I flew into hysterics at the sight of the poleceman and had to explain as a young child that I was a good girl, and I did not want to go to jail. I still have a healthy respect for a uniform, any uniform!