transport

Until I was 11 I used to think that travelling on the train under the English Channel would be like in an aquarium where you would be able to see fish swimming casually around you.

We used to have a really small old car. As a lot of other cars were much bigger I used to think that our car was just a baby car and other cars were adult cars.
This made me think that cars could grow and petrol was their food. I believed that if we kept feeding our car petrol it would become bigger and faster like "adult" cars

I used to think that if I stuck feathers to my arms I would be able to fly.

I used to think that petrol was the car's food so the car would grow bigger and go faster..

I saw a car that was parked near our street that wasn't used for a few weeks and had the license plate ripped off. My dad said that if the owner of the car doesn't return, someone with a tow truck is going to tow it away. I thought they would tow the car away with a truck shaped like a foot!

I used to think that a tow truck was a "toe truck" and that it was shaped like a foot.

When my sister and I were little, my mom told us that the rumble strips on the road were so that blind people could drive. My sister believed her until she was twelve.

I used to believe that the cars were always in a race and I always was looking for the first place and also I told my father that he have to speed up if he wants to win.

I used to believe that my dad car would levitate when you got into it

Once, I was with my older cousin and my uncle and we were driving around in his car and then my uncle said we'd get a car wash. After we got the car wash (and we were still in the car) my cousin and uncle convinced me that the car wash we went to was one that changed the colour of your car and I firmly believed it. When we got out of the car, they told the colour was worn off and the car had gone back to its old colour and for many years all the way to almost high school, I believed that there were car washes where you could select a new temporary colour for your car and would always asked my confused dad if we could go to one.

In Spanish the word "cow"is used for two things, the animal and a car roof rack (!). So When my parents talked about buying one for our car, I told themcrying, I don't want a cow," I prefer a lamb for the car"

My childhood home was near a cliffside. Along the road, there was a sign that read "falling rock" to warn motorists that loose rocks and sediment could roll onto the roadway. When I asked my father about the sign, he hold me that long ago, a Native American lost his son named "Falling Rock." He wandered away and no one had seen him since. The sign was to alert motorists to look for "Falling Rock." I spent so much time trying to find that damn kid. I was always looking for some kid in a loin cloth.

When I was preschool age, I didn't have a very good sense of space yet. In the car, I'd see us driving towards objects that were, at that distance, positioned "above" the hood. Since they were in line with the hood, and moving toward us, I reasoned that it meant we were hurtling straight toward them! It made car rides pretty stressful until I figured out I was simply wrong.

For a long time when I was a kid, I thought that the wheels on my parent's car didn't move at all, and that the car just hovered an inch above the ground (I thought this because I was always IN the car whenever it was being driven.) I also couldn't tell that OTHER car wheels were moving because they were going so fast, so I assumed that the wheels of those cars were just flat.

Before I could really read, a "Fire House" sign was misinterpreted as "Free House". I never thought about it again until Middle school, and realized it wasn't for poor people to live in.

Divided Highway signs used to look like the front half of a men's dress shoe-print. I thought that it was a cautionary sign for pedestrians who might have been walking along the median that they would have to step down into traffic (the arrows).