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I used to want to be a police officer because I thought you got superpowers. For example, I thought they had some sort of superpower that made you get on the ground when they yelled,"GET ON THE GROUND!" And robbers could somehow resist this with magic. I was a messed up kid.
When I was a child I used to believe that the spot lights in the sky were the police that were trying to find bad children.
When I was a kid used to think that if I tore the tag off of the pillow the police were going to immediately come to my house, arrest me, and put me in jail.
when i was first going to school when i was six one day i said i didnt want to go my mother than said if you dont go for even 1 day the police come to your door and take you to jail for the rest of your life i actually believed this for a about 4 years!
when i was about 6 my older sisters told me if you get too close to a car,and the siren went off,a bunch of police robots would come and eletricute you and bring you to jail.i actually believed them.
When I was a kid, around 4 or 5, I believed it was the law that people had to move once every year. That's how often we moved when I was a child.
I searched these boards and I think this one would be categorized under "police."
There was (and still is) a tag attached to pillows and mattresses:
DO NOT REMOVE UNDER PENALTY OF THE LAW....
and it's got some other gibberish after that.
One day when I was four, I tore the tag off the mattress.
I waited in fear for cops to come.
I thought somehow there would be some sort of "signal" that let authorities know that SOMEBODY did indeed remove THE TAG under PENALTY OF THE LAW....
But no cops came.
I threw the tag away in the garbage and hoped I wouldn't get into trouble! HEE!
When I was about 6 years old, I pulled the tag off a matress that says "Do Not Remove Under Penalty of Law." I believed that the police were going to come to my house and arrest me, so I hid in my room all day.
On a Sunday when I was about 5 my Granda and I would go out walking and I would pick flowers to take back to my gran. After a while my Granda told me that the police had placed tiny cameras in the flowers, they would beam back the picture of the person picking the flowers and they'd be arrested for stealing. I've never picked another flower since!
My mother told me that if I skipped school that police would come and drag me out of my house in my underwear if they had to, and take me to school half naked. Remarkably I believed this until at least the beginning of High School.
I used to believe that if you dialed 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 that the police would come to your house and you would get in BIG trouble.
I used to think that the police just ran at random people arrested them and took them to the "indoor people zoo" where the zoo keepers had cattle progs (a large tazer) and they let free people throw stuff at you. I even compared the police to the nazis in the 7th grade. ha I was stupid. (a cop saved my life in the 10th grade and I reconsidered)
I used to believe that the police were the good guys that could capture all bad guys no matter what.
I also used to believe that once you break the law the cops would come, take you to jail and send you to court.
I used to believe that when you needed a cop one would come and do their job. That was until I found out that at best cops only catch criminals after the crime was committed and are not really modern day knights in shining armor.
When I was very small (about 3 or 4 or thereabouts) I vastly overestimated the power of the police. I didn't know about laws (as a concept) that they were also required to uphold and follow as well. Anyhow, I thought they were a villainous, secretive, nasty and somewhat arbitrary gang. I "knew" that if you insulted or looked at them funny they would drag you off to JAIL (all caps to my three year-old mind) but that just not provoking them was no guarantee--JAIL was still a possibility. In addition to this, I thought that the president was far more powerful than he is, and that people who insulted him (anywhere, on any occasion, not just to his face) faced immediate and dire punishment, probably being executed on the spot. This perceived state of affairs bothered me surprisingly little, but it did irritate me a bit that a government would so grossly misuse their power. Because of this I whispered that "the president stinks" or something while I was up in a tree and there was no one in sight. Unsurprisingly I am alive and well.
P.S. I don't live in Myanmar, North Korea, or Uzbekistan (:-D)
I used to believe that there were fashion police that wandered the streets undercover, and if i wore something they didn't like they'd arrest me.
This belief started when my sister made fun of something I was wearing and told me to watch out for the fashion police, little did she know i took her seriously.
I used to believe that a search warrant was a person. Anytime the police needed to search someone's property, the "warrant" was allowed to go in and look around without permission from the owner
My parents always used to drive really slowly when they passed a police car, and when I asked why they told me it was because police officers would give them tickets if they drove too fast. I thought that anybody who gave my mom or dad a ticket must be evil, but I was confused because in the movies police officers were good. I came to the conclusion that cops in blue uniforms were good, and cops in black uniforms were bad.
When I was little, I always thought that if you said the name of a different restaraunt or grocery store than the one you were in, you would get kicked out or arrested. So for example, when my mom and I were shopping in Costco and she said "After I get the milk we're going to Fred Meyer's." I always said "Shhh! You can't say that! It's against the law!"
Thought the police were the bad guys - ready to put you in jail at the slightest mistake.
When I was younger and I didnt eat my dinner my mother told me she was going to call the food poliece and they were going to come and take me away. She was really just calling my dad at work, and when he would answer she would say... "is this the food poliece?"... years later my mother told me that the first time she did it my dad had no idea who that it was her and thought that she was a crazy person and she just kept going with it and when he came home later that night she told him that it was her and I didnt eat my dinner and ever since then he would go along with it.