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I originally thought that all graffiti was done with very large textas (thick permanent marker pens) instead of with paint spray cans.
When I was little my mum used to tell me it eas against the law to draw on myself in ball point pen, i believed her till i was 13
I suppose that from the ages of about 6-8 I must have thought murders were a pretty common occurence, and that murderers must be generally on the prowl for sneaking in people's windows and stabbing up little kids. I suppose this is what I believed, as I distinctly remember piling my (not inconsiderable amount of) cuddley toys on top of me at night. I remember feeling very bad that I was putting my own life and feeling before those of my cuddlies, but doing it none the less. My idea being that is a murderer should come through my window his knife might not reach me through all my cuddley toys. It neither occurred to me that it was reasonably unlikely that a murderer would come in through my window, nor thathe might have some other weapon than a knife - say, a gun - against which my cuddley toys would provide no defense at all.
Oh, around age six and anyone would talk about cat bulgerors, I thought it meant cats that would rob you. So every now and then, I'd make sure our cat (snickers) wasnt trying to rob us. (My parents really started to wonder) And at night, I would make my parents keep my bedroom door shut so snickers wouldnt rob me.
Once I misplaced my GI Joe box (had about 30 gi joes) and swore up and down that snickers had robbed me when I was asleep.
Needless to say, I had slid it under my bed, and snickers wasnt to blame at all =\
I used to believe that there was only one law at a time, and that they changed the law once a year to something else. So, one year you might have to wear your seatbelt, the next year it would be against the law to steal things.
Not a bad idea, how simple would that make things?
Ever since the age of 2 I read everything that I could get my little hands on: medicine bottles, Ajax cans, outdated newspapers, ANYTHING! One day I was crawling under my parents bed when I noticed a tag hanging from the mattress. It said "Remove this tag under penalty of law". In an uncharacteristic fit of defiance, I snatched the tag off. Then, fearing that the police were coming to get me, I hid in the closet for hours. Nothing happened and I finally crept out. But I looked over my shoulder for years, feeling like a felon, waiting to be arrested. It was only when I turned about 18 did I discover that the tag was meant for mattress dealers, to prevent them from selling used items as new for health reasons. But I finally felt free after over 15 years. What was I thinking!!!!
I used to believe that jay walking was walking naked on the street.
I had a friend who thought a serial killer was someone who went to the store, looked at a random serial number, and killed that many people.
I always saw "DONT DRINK & DRIVE" signs around my town. One of them was a martini glass with a key going through it, I thought that it was a saw going through that sign, and i thought it was "DON'T CUT THIS SIGN IN HALF!"
i used to believe "rape" was unauthorized twisting of a woman's breasts. It wasn't till I was 9 till I learned the truth.
When I was little and I heard rape mentioned on TV, I misheard and thought they were saying "rake." I assumed it must mean hitting somebody with a rake. I wondered why this crime would have its own name, and why people would get in so much trouble for it.
When I was around 6 or so, I always kept hearing people on the news talking about people being assaulted. For the longest time I thought that bad men were running around throwing salt in unsuspecting people's faces.
when I was little, I loved George Michael's Careless Whisper. I used to believe that the line "guilty feet have got no rhythm" meant that you could find a criminal by making him dance, and if he couldn't dance, he was guilty.
when I first came to this conclusion, I excitedly told my dad that I'd found a new way to solve crimes.
i used to belive that if you swore you would be arrested
When I was a little girl I used to believe that, if any parts of my body stuck out from under the blankets it woul be HACKED OFF. I believed this for so long that I still, even in summer, keep myself completely covered in bed.
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.