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when i was around 5 my mom told me that the brat police would come and get me if i was bad. One day i didnt want to buckle up so she told me that they would come to get me and i told her she was making it up. Later that day she got pulled over for speeding, the cop didnt know what to say when i started to cry and tell him not to take me away i will buckel from now on.
i thought that if you broke the law a officer would come and hit you with a night stick
One time when I was like in 4th grade (8 years ago) my father was driving my sister and I home from the Grocery Store, and I guess he was going a little over the speed limit and he got pulled over. This was a new experience for me, so of course I start bawling my eyes out and screaming: "DON'T TAKE MY DADDY TO JAIL! DON'T ARREST MY DADDY!". I thought that when you got pulled over or just looked at a police man or woman that you would automatically go to prison. Lucky for my dad, he got out of a speeding ticket because the cop thought I was too cute!
Once when I was like 7 I stole a pack of cards from blockbuster, my mom found out and took me back to blockbuster to tell the man what I had done and I was yelling "PLEASE DONT LET THE POLICE ARREST ME!"
I used to belive that the law was a number of rules on a notice board outside Buckingham Palace.
i used to believe that there were police in the trees, because my older sister told me that there were. she told me that if i did anything bad or messed with her they[d come down and arrest me . they were always watching me. . .or so she said
Back when my family got our first VCR, I used to think the police or FBI could spy on everyone, everywhere, 24 hours a day, and even if you were just making a copy of a movie on video tape, they could immediately track you down and come after you.
When I was little I used to believe in the phone police. Whenever I would make a prank call I would at the end pretend to cry and say "I am sorry, I wont do it again theres no need for the police".
I used to believe that when someone sued someone else, they threw them in the sewer ^_^
once when i was about 5 i was in the car, and i was just sticking my tongue out (i dont know why) and we drove past an old lady watering her plants in her front garden who saw me sticking my tongue out. i cried and cried for hours that night, terrified that she was going to call the police and id get arrested or killed for it...
I used to believe that if your house was ever robbed, that the police department had to pay for everything you lost.
I used to belive a police could never die.
My friend's kids used to come into the room, holding their little fingers like a gun and yell, "Hands in the air, you're under duress!!" Or alternatively, "You're under the rest!" We still say this to them, thought as high schoolers they know that it is Under Arrest.
I used to believe that the Highway Patrol was called the Highway Control.
My parents always told me to behave when there was a policeman around and for a couple of years I was under the impression that if you just spoke to a policeman you were instantly sent to jail. You can imagine my terror when my father was pulled over for not wearing his seatbelt...
When I was little, I often forgot to buckle my seatbelt. My parents constantly reminded me, stating that police officers can see everything. This lead me to think that they all had x-ray vision, and many times I tried to wave at them through the car door, to see if they would be able to see through it.
When I was little, everyone around me said "Don't wave at a police car, fire truck or ambulance because then the drivers would think you were in trouble and needed them." Well, I often saw those vehicles on the road and when I did, I'd just stare at the workers in the car with a determined look on my face, probably scaring them. They'd wave at me out of politeness (because I was about 4) and i felt bad because I couldn't wave back! The one time I accidently waved at a cop car, a different one sounded it's sirens and sped past my mom's car. I thought to myself "Whew, lucky someone else waved at the same time as me!"
I thought cops were out to get me when I was three and I would scream "Get a gun! it a cop!" I just love my dad for teaching me.
When I was 4 i broke a window by throwing a stone, and my mates told me the police would come after me. For the next 4 years I was hiding whenever I saw a policeman.
when i was about 4 or 5, i first heard of "kids jail" (juvenile hall). i don't remember how i learned about it or who told me about it, but up till i was about 8, i thought it was a place where there were lots of toys and you got to go and get as many toys as you wanted. needless to say, when i learned what "kids jail" really was, i felt very stupid.