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i used to believe that there was a man that who lives in a little house and his job was to change the colour on the traffic lights...red, yellow, green... ok, now you can go...

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when i was little i belived that the traffic lights where a ufo spaceship because they changed colours quite quickly. whenever i went past a traffic light i used to close my eyes and now i look back and laught at myself.

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When I was a child I used to believe that my father's car always knew wich place we wanted to go, because I saw my father driving straigh away and then suddenly the indicator started to sound and I asked my father why always does the car knows wich place we want to go? and he said, because I told him before

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when I was younger I used to believe that New York was on a cloud because you had to get on an airplane to get their.
I mean why else would you need to get on an airplane unless it was up in the air

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like a lot of people here it seems....i believed my mom had the power to predict when the light would change, because she was looking at the other side for it to turn yellow. but i had forgotten about this for a long time, and only just realized how she did it by reading all the other people's memories....DOH!

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When I was about six, I had a mad obsession with horses. I thought about them every day, collected horse things, bought horse magazines - but the maddest thing I ever believed was that in traffic lights, (why traffic lights??) There was a horse, all cramped, who sat IN the traffic light and pressed different coloured buttons and the lights would appear. Don't ask why, I just did, OK?

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As a kid I did not realize that a car's turn signals were operated by the driver. I just thought they came on by themselves and the driver HAD to turn the direction that the arrow was blinking. How the car knew where were we going, I have no idea.

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My sister used to tell me that if she pressed the button on the hand brake of the car then it would blow up. She would taunt me with it until mum and dad got back.
I also used to believe that your belly button could come undone and you would fall apart. On a particularly hot day I had a bit of a sweatiy belly button and was convinced that it had come undone and I was leaking out from myt belly button, much to the amusement of my parents.
And finally my dad had my sister and I believing that elephants were frightened of mice because they ran up their trunks and ate their brains. I told everyone! Thanks dad

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When i was a lil youngun, i thought that all cars were made by the same company!

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Once my friend was crying because she'd hurt her arm in the electric window in her mum's car. I didn't know what an elecric window was so I presumed she touched it and got an electic shock!

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When my dad used to drive me to school when I was about seven, I somehow came up with the idea that if I didn't tap my thumb against the window in between telephone poles, the engine would explode. I still catch myself amusing myself in this absolutely *riveting* of thumb-tapping often.

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When I was young, I thought that you would get into your car , then just move the steering wheel and the road would move underneath you.

I used to watch commercials that warned people against "drinking and driving", and saying drinking and driving can cause accidents. I didn't know they only referred to drinking alcohol. I figured the hazard must come from the possibility of spilling your glass of kool-aid or whatever on the dashboard, bending over to wipe it up, and then crashing your car because you weren't watching the road!

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when i was younger i thought all traffic lights were controlled by a person sitting in a building looking out the window at each intersection

I believed that a short-wheel base truck was for people who hadn't quite saved enough money for the whole truck.

Likewise, that a convertible was for folks who couldn't afford the whole car.

I used to believe that the purpose of a car's engine was to turn the "propeller" that's in front of the radiator. After all, they make planes move, don't they? I'm sad to say my understanding of cars today is not much better.