the law: police

I thought that if you went to jail you wouldn't die. I think it came from someone telling me that if I went to jail I wouldn't go to heaven and I kind of misinterpreted it. I remember imagining going to jail and being the only person left in the world (because no-one else ever went to jail of course) as humans had become extinct and i could see that crocodiles had taken over and they were crawling into the jail where I was.

When I was about 4 my family and I took a road trip with our luggage "secured" to the roof of the old station wagon.Of course all the luggage ended up on the road somewhere between CO and OK. When my dad reported the issue he called the State Patrol.I thought he had called in the trolls who lived under the bridge and I was scared crapless-there was more than one troll under the bridge?They helped locate lost luggage?My dad was fuming over the lost luggage so I never did ask why he called the trolls.I am sure I believed that the state patrol had offices under all bridges until I was 10.

When I was little I was at a hardware store looking at cabinets. When I opened one, one of the henges broke off leaving the door hanging crooked. I was so scared that everytime the doorbell rang it would be the police coming to get me.

My mum told me that whenever I saw a police car\Ambulance\Fire Engine with sirens blaring shooting down the road, that they were 'just practising'. I dont think she wanted to expose me to the real world just yet. Thanks mum!

When I was a kid I'd always enjoy watching television with my dad. One day we watched "Cops." That was probably a bad decision on my dad's part since I was about 5. On the show that day the police officers shoved a man on a couch and tried to get cuffs on him. I was wondering why they were doing this. My dad said they were arresting him. I heard that they were "resting" him. I pictured my mom putting me down for a nap like that. I was just shocked that these policemen were trying to get this man to rest in such a violent way. I don't think I trusted police officers for a few years of my childhood.

Because police officers were assigned to "protect people" and "uphold the law," I thought it was illegal for a police officer to take up smoking cigarettes because it was inherently dangerous to oneself.

I used to believe that my pulse from when my head was against a pillow was a police man's feet stomping to come upstairs and get me.I always pictured them looking like ythose rescue heros but life size and with guns and much scarier. i was terrified that one would take me away to kjail and i would stay there forever and ever

my parents had me convinced as a child that there were special kids police. whenever i had a tantrum they would literally get on the phone and tell the kids police that i had been bad and that they would need to come and get me. i would scream and cry and tell my mum to call them back and tell them i would be good (which she did)

My mother always said I should write a book called, "I Useda Think.." Finally There's a place out there for all the rediculous things "I Useda think" as a child. One of them goes like this..

I Used to think that it was illegal to eat in your car. As me and my mother did this all the time, I always got so scared and put all the food under the seats every time we passed a police car.

i used to be really scared when ever i saw a policeman.i used to hide behind i my parents.i thought that they would think that i had done something wrong and would take me in jail.even though i never did anything wrong.

During the summer my mom and dad would alwasy bring water in the car with them and i use to think they were breaking teh law cuz they were drinking and driving and i was scared that someday they were gonna get caught by the police and go to jail.

When I was younger, I was terrified of riding in a fast car, so to get my mother to slow down I'd shout that she was going to get a "lottery ticket" if she didn't stop speeding.

When i was little, my older sister and cousin (who were 5 at the time) locked my uncle's keys in his car, so my uncle, slightly angry, called the police to get his car unlocked. Well my sister and cousin believed he called the police to get them arrested, so they hid under my bed until my uncle finally made me tell him where they were.

On a rest stop during a long road trip there was a parked police car. My mom told us that if we ran fast enough past the car, it would think you were speeding and the lights and siren would go on. I believed it long enough to get very tired running past, which was probably the plan.

When I read the newspaper about a person who was 'jailed with bond set of what amount' or a person was 'released without bond,' I thought that the person was jailed with James Bond.

When I was little, we lived in a state that had a law that required all children under the age of 5 to be in a car seat. Well, I was about four or so, maybe even a bit younger, and I was already too big to fit in a car seat, so I didn't ride in one.

In case we were ever pulled over, my parents coached me into telling the police I was five. They would ask, "How old are you?" I would say "Four" and they would ask, "How old are you when the polieceman asks you?" And I would say "Five"

The thing was, I didn't understand the concept of what they were trying to do. I thought there was some law that when I turned five years old, my parents had to take me to the police station so the policeman could ask how old I was. So when I actually turned 5, I remember wondering when the policeman was going to ask me how old I was.

I guess if my parents had been pulled over before I was five, there would have been trouble. Lucky for them, it never happened.