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when i was little, i thought that a con artist was a person that painted pictures of people commiting crimes
When i was in first or second grade i used to get really mad at my dad because he would drink a cup of coffee while driving me to school. One day after he dropped me off at school i was really upset about his "drinking and driving" so my teacher asked me what was wrong. I told her that i was scared that my daddy was going to hurt himself or me because he liked to drink and drive in the mornings. Of course my teacher was very upset about this and took me to the princpal's office, who called my dad and asked him to come to the school for a talk. I remeber lots of laughter coming out of the office and then they came out and explained to me what drinking and driving really meant!!!!
I used to think that a mug shot was a picture of the criminal that was put onto police mugs which were then handed to cops all over the country so that they could recognise the bad guy.
I used to believe that when the judge sentenced a criminal to an impossibly long sentence (like 100+ years) that they kept his body in prison after he died until it was there for the whole sentence.
I used to only sleep with this one red blanket because I thought if someone broke into our house and tried to kill us, they would think I was already dead and covered in blood. One time my parents sneaked into my room to see if I was sleeping and I thought they wee killers. I screamed "Im dead leave me alone". They still talk about it.
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!
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!".
I used to think that if a lawyer lost his case, he had to go to jail with his client.
when i was a little girl our next door neighbors were robbed. for some reason i believed that all day every day robbers were hiding in the woods around our house waiting for us to leave so they could rob us. i would never want to leave. if i had to i would either leave messages or blow on the window and write things like "go away. don't rob us. love, katie" after a while i started feeling bad that they had to wait out there all day and night so i would sneak food out to the front porch for them. i would sit in the middle of the woods and talk to them but they were hiding. i thought i could be their friend and they would feel bad and go away. finally i just left one of my plastic vending machine rings on the porch, thinking they would be content with that and go away and rob someone else.
I used to see newspaper stories about people being arrested for keeping/being in "disorderly houses." I used to think they were guilty of poor housekeeping, not gambling or prostitution.
When the news were talking about statutory rape, I thought that they were raping a statue. Also I used to believe that statutory rape was something about a person who rapes a statue and they were arrested for public nudity.
when I was little Iused to think that when a robber robbed your house he was replace your valubles with worthless replicas.
when i was little i saw the news and there was some guy sentenced to life plus 40 years, and i couldn't understand why they would keep his dead body in jail for another 40 years
I used to think that the ages on game boxes was legally how old you had to be to play that game. Whenever my family was playing a game with someone was playing who wasn't old enough and I heard sirens I just knew that the police were coming to arrest us all.
I used to sleep in my bed all rolled up in a ball. My mom would ask me why and i would tell her that it was beacuse I was afraid that someone would break into our house and upon seeing my incredibly comfortable bed, steal the bottom half of it. I slept balled up to make sure that my legs wouldnt get cut off when he cut my bed in two. Yes, this actually terrified me.
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 be really paranoid that a robber would come through my window so I always used to sleep with my covers pulled up to my chin. I thought that it would make it look like a severed head in a bed and would scare the robber away.
I used to believe that if a burgular broke into your house you could easily persuade him to have a seat and wait while the police were called.
When I was little I put a safety pin in the the screen on my window thinking that if a robber climbed up to get me he would prick his finger on the pin and let go and fall to the ground. When my mother sold the house 27 years later, the pin was still there, the ever faithful guardian of the house.
I was always afraid of getting accused of shoplifting when I was little. I've never stolen a single thing in my life, but for some reason I thought that I looked suspicious. I always thought that the adults in the store were all guards, and they were all watching me--so I'd make sure to always keep my hands in sight, and refused to put them in my pockets if I was in a store. And if I did pick up anything from the shelves, I would make these exaggerated gestures in putting it back, so the "adult security guards" would know I wasn't stealing. (I suddenly realize just how paranoid I was as a child!)