I used to believe that if a car drove over the double yellow lines to the other side, something would come up from the lines and stop the car and put it back on the right side of the road because you couldnt drive on the other side.
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I used to believe there were people sitting in each traffic light, overseeing their designated intersection and changing the lights at their discretion.
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I used to believe that the president hired little kids to take their yellow paint and paintbrushes to the road to paint the yellow lines on the road.
I have a distinct memory of sitting on the school bus coming home from kindergarten one day and being absolutely convinced I was going to die. Why? Because the bus driver was drinking from a can of Coke and I knew from PSAs on television that drinking and driving killed people.
I used to think that the "Wrong Way" signs that indicate one-way streets were meant to tell you that you personally were heading the wrong direction to your destination. I asked my mom once how that sign knew where people we going...
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I use to think that went the turning signal came on, that the car somehow knew which was we were going (not that my mom was pushing a button)
I used to believe that people lived inside of traffic light poles and it was their job to pull a lever that changed the color of the lights. I always wondered how a person could be so skinny to fit in there.
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I used to believe that the solid double yellow lines on highways were the motorcycle lane.
I used to believe our car had a brain and knew where we were going so it used turn signals to tell my dad when and which way to turn the steering wheel.
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My Grampie used to tell us when we were very little that the sign on the road that says "Road Narrows" was a warning of little birds that peck your tires, so watch out. My cousin believed this until he was 15 and in driver's ED.
I used to think the car signals would tell you where to turn.
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When I was younger I did a lot of traveling and being from a small town everywhere seemed massive. I always noticed the color of license plates and assumed that all plates that were one color were from my home town. So no matter where I was I could not believe how many people from my town were traveling to the same place at the same time!
I used to believe that the car knew where we were going because my dad always turned the way it was pointing to.
I don't know how I got this idea, but when I was little I used to believe that little men changed the stop lights at their will. So when we came to the stop lights I would always wave up at them to make them happy so they'd let us pass.
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(when i was liitle) whenever i heard a plane passing by i thought it was a dinosaur coming our way, so i ran to the house & hid in the closet.
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On day when I was little, I asked my mom why we always stop at the gas stations and she said, its because the car needs food so it could run. One day I felt bad that the car never got any dessert, so I put some left over cake in the engine.
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I used to believe that my dad made the windshield wipers work by winking. Later I learned what interval wipers are.
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When I was little, I thought our car knew where we were going. From the back seat all I could see when Mum was driving was the little green light flash, then I'd see her turning the steering wheel. So I just assumed we had driven this way so many times, the car knew exactly where we were going and indicated by itself!
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When driving in a car my parents always honked the horn when we went through a tunnel, but I couldn't see that they were the ones honking. So up until I was about 6 or 7 I thought that tunnels honked when you drove through them.
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when I was younger I once saw my friend after she had had a green lollipop, and her tongue was green. from that point on until I was about 8, I believed the stoplights changed because of people sticking their tongues on the glass.