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When I was four my preschool class walked down the street to the capitol building to visit the governor. Our governor was under suspicion of embezzlement at the time and apparently I had heard bits and pieces of what this entailed. I told my teacher to hold onto her purse tightly so he wouldn't steal it.
One time my friend Sara said that if your name was Lizzie then Lizzie Borden would kill you with an ax when you were sleeping and since my name is Lizzie then I would always stay awake at night and take a long nap during the day.A couple nights later after Sara said that I heard a quiet laugh then two horrible screams and I think she was saying I would be next to be killed with an ax!
one night my parents got up and of course they were making alot of noise i layed in my bed fritened becuase i didn't know what was happening so i assumed that someone broke into the house and that they might come and get me so i jumped out of bed and ran to my parents bedroom and turned on the lights but they wern't ther so i freaked out then all of a sudden my mom came in ans said what are you doing and so she sent me straight to bed, i was so freaked out!!!!
I used to hear the phrase "drinking and driving" when i was young and being too young to know about drunkess i thought it meant any drink-- I'd see a lady drinking a bottle of water in her car and go "MUMMY THAT LADY'S DRINKING AND DRIVING!!" she'd always laugh at me and made me feel like crap & I didn't know why.
When I was little I found a little bit of broken (clear) plastic that was shaped very roughly like a little diamond. While I was smart enough to realize that it had no real value, I still put it in a clear display box, placed prominently on my dresser in my room. I did this in the confident belief that if a robber broke into our home, he would take it believing it to be valuable, and possibly leave after grabbing it, thereby saving my mom's genuinely precious jewels.
The question of why a robber would believe it was a diamond when an 8-year old kid knew it was plastic was never an issue for me. Clearly, I was a genius, and robbers must be much dumber.
When I was little my brother told me if you didnt wear your halmet when riding a bike you would go to kid jail amd stay there forever.....
When I was younger, every night I would make my mum check under my bed , behind my door, behind the curtains,in the wardrobe and anywhere I could think of! This was because I was terrified that a murderer/kidnapper/burgalar was hidden trying to get me once my mum had gone! I used to sit in my bed for at least 30 minutes, because i thought that once I had done that the murderer/kidnapper/burgalar would have given up and gone to get some other child!
We live in a state that gets threated by hurricanes every year, so on major highways and such we had Evacuation Route signs. When I was little I used to believe that escaped criminals put up those signs to tell their prison friends where to go. Whenever I heard about a prisoner breaking out of jail I wondered why the police didn't just follow those signs.
When I was little I always heard the don't drink and drive slogan. And in class we got to draw on paper bags that said that and they were handed out at the liquor store. Well anyways, one Saturday, my family was going shopping, and I saw my dad drinking a cup of coffee while he was driving, I started yelling at him for doing so and he just shrugged and said I guess I'm breaking the law.
When I was in 7th grade, during art class, me and my friends were painting and talking. I was telling them about this guy that went to jail for something stupid. I proclaimed he was a prostitute (rather loudly) and that he deserved it. I thought a prostitute was someone waiting to be prosecuted. Everyone in the class started giggling, even the teacher. I looked pretty perplexed obvioulsy, because my friend asked me if I knew what a prostitute was. I told her my definition, but when she was done telling me the real definition, I was pretty embarassed.
They still tease me about it to this day.
When i was younger i must have been told that people who went to jail didn't go to heaven. I interpreted this as people who go to jail wouldn't die.
I was terrified of going to jail, i had visions of myself in jail thousands of years from now when humans were extinct and the land had been taken over by crocodiles that were coming to eat me...
When I was younger i thought 'rape' was 'rake', while i still thought that this would be quite painful to be raked i really didnt think it would be as tramatizing as the women on tv made it...
As a kid at the Post Office I saw a wanted poster of Patty Hearst. I told my Dad we can look for her and if we capture her we can get the reward. He told me she was dangerous and if I saw her to tell a policeman and do nothing else. On the drive home I planned on how I would personally capture Patty Hearst if I saw her and turn her over to the police. When my Dad made a hard left turn my door flew open (I guess I did not shut it very well). It scared me to pieces and I believed it was a warning from Patty Hearst to leave her alone and don't even think of capturing her.
At age 6 or 7, I'd occasionally go around the house and gather various things -- shampoo, washing up liquid, cooking oil, food colouring, that kind of thing -- and then bottle some up in a bizarre-coloured mixture, with a label to the effect of "Burglars: drink this!".
We never had any trouble with burglars, so it must have worked.
When my husband was about seven, his mom brought him to camp and the teenage girl camp counselors told him that when he grew up, he was going to be a real "ladykiller". He was devastated. His mother couldnt understand why calls were being made to the house, that he really wanted to come home, and she later learned that he had been terrified by the notion that he was going to be a murderer when he grew up......
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 beleieve (when VERY young; 12 actually!) that cat burglars stole cats!
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.
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.