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I was always amazed as a kid that the traffic lights knew when to change. I imagined that there were little tiny people inside (I saw them with little elf-type hats and shoes) who sat there looking out over the road. When they saw cars coming, they'd hit this big button that would change the colors of the lights. I believed this until I learned about the sensors in the road at about age 12.

I used to believe…

My parents used to tell me that the yellow traffic light meant to go faster instead of use caution. I guess it makes sense because that's what everyone does anyways.

I used to believe…

When I was little, my dad had a truck with two gas tanks. He used to tell us that the button to switch from one tank to the other was a blow up button. I believed him until I was 12.

I used to believe that if you touched the cigarette lighter in a car, the car would instantly burst into flames.

I used to believe…

When I was little, I used to believe that the clicking sound the blinker made in the car forced the car to turn, so I would lean up to the back of my mom's seat and make noises when we passed McDonalds to make her turn.

I used to believe…

When I was young I couldn't wrap my head around the concept of a car engine. So I always wondered how the driver of a car could be strong enough to pull everything that was in the car behind him!
I remember being especially puzzled when we moved houses and my dad was driving a moving van.

I used to believe my mother had a map of the world in her head. How else did she always know how to get where we were going? And when I asked her, she confirmed it.

I used to believe…

when i was little, i used to think that little mice lived in the traffic lights and were control of when they changed color

I used to believe that the white cat eye bump things seperating lanes on roads was so blind people driving could feel where the edge of the lane was and so could stay in their own lane

I used to believe…

When I was little I always wanted a mustang convertible. My mother told me they were death traps. So I had this image of accidentally driving off of a mountain side (in the middle of Kansas) and the car would crunch up and kill me when it fell off the mountain. But another inexpensive normal car would be just fine.

I used to believe that a little man sat inside traffic lights and watched all the cars and decided when to change the lights. I also believed that the car automatically knew where you were going and would turn on the turn signals itself.

I used to believe…

When I was little I used to believe George Washington (yes, the first president of the United States) was standing in the middle of the highway directing cars where to go, and that traffic was caused by him messing up. In my young visual of this he was wearing his military suit with a white wig, holding a flag.

I used to believe…

Until about age seven, when underground traffic light sensors were explained to me, I believed that traffic lights were actually much bigger than they looked to me from the car- also that there were little elf-like men in green suits sitting inside them at all times, choosing when to change the light. I used to smile really big at the bottom light to impress them, so we could get wherever we were going faster.

I used to believe…

when i was little i used to believe that in my dads '94 z28 red comaro when i would pull on my dads ear the car knew and locked to keep us safe

I used to believe that the blinker in your car always knew what direction you wanted to go.

I used to believe…

When I was about seven to nine years old I used to believe that the price that you see on the gas pump from the previous user was what we had to pay. So if it read fifteen bucks, we had to pay fifteen bucks.