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I used to believe…

When I was six I used to believe that if you smiled at traffic lights they'd think you were nice and let you through so I always ended up telling mum and dad to smile when we stopped at one.

I used to believe…

When I was about 8 years old I thought that shifting gears in a car was something you could do from time to time when you feel like it. Like eating candy or something because I didn�t get it how it was related to the speed you drive at.

I remember when i was small i saw a magnet on my grandmothers fridge that said "MADD DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE"

so i took this literally....i thought you couldn't drink ANYTHING while driving...cuz when i saw my mom drinking some water while driving I was appalled.....i was like"mommy, you shouldn't drink and drive" She laughed

I used to believe…

My little sister always thought that cars driving across bridges always smashed whatever was under the bridge, regardless of the bridge's stability. She always screamed and cried when we were about to drive under one (because she was afraid of getting smashed). She giggled wildly as we drove over one, because of all the people and cars, driving below the bridge, that we were smashing, enjoying their misfortune, i suppose. I am still confused as to how she came up with this theory, or who told her this. She did this until she was about 6 years of age.

I used to believe…

When I was younger, we used to drive on the Interstate to get home from my grandparent's house, but hardly any other time. I used to make my brother duck down behind the seat with me, because I really thought that headlights of other cars were ghosts that would come to get us if they saw our heads above the seat back.

I used to believe…

When I was little my family bought a new car and because I was stupid, I assumed it was faster. It probably was, but I also assumed it had three wheels. I really thought I was smarter than that, but I guess I never thought about it.

I used to believe…

When I was about six, my mother told me that my grandparents had bought a car that was "automatic". I thought that meant the car could drive itself. I wondered how the car knew where you wanted to go.

Well my grandparents came to pick us up to take us somewhere in their new "automatic" car. After we were all seated, Grandpa got into the driver's seat and proceeded to drive as I had always seen him drive. Or so I thought. I had no idea that there were two kinds of transmissions. I didn't even know what a transmission was.

I used to love fighter jets when I was a toddler, and figured that they went so fast because of the flames that came out of the afterburner. One day my cousin and I made several dozen paper airplanes and lit the backs of them on fire, fully expecting them to dart out of our hands...didn't really help the speed of the plane but it looked cool. And nothing went faster than when my grandfather saw a smoldering pile of paper airplanes. My theory was close, just a little misguided...

I used to believe…

one day me and my cousin were talking about what we used to believe and she told me this funny story:
When she was little,she thought that convertibles were just regular cars that were broken, but people used anyway. you could imagine how weird it must have been when so many people drove and wanted these cars.

I used to believe…

When I was a kid, I was totally convinced that the Care Bears were real. I loved that show more than anything, and one day, when my whole family was in the car together, my dad started asking us kids what kind of car we wanted when we were older if we could have any car that we wanted. My sister and my brother both rattled off prompt answers. I looked up and said very matter-of-factly, "I want a cloud car."

My parents and siblings all burst out laughing and then one of them told me that cloud cars didn't exist, so I couldn't have one. I still remember how much it hurt to hear that.... I cried about it a lot. At age nineteen, I still love the Care Bears!

I used to believe…

My family would go on vacation in the summer (usually to the gulf beaches) when I was younger and I used to believe that when we got off a highway or made an interstate change that whatever two cities listed on the road signs were the only two that the road would take you. So if it said I-65 Huntsville, then that is where we were going. I used to think my dad was going the wrong way and I couldn't understand why the sign didn't say Panama City if that is where we were headed.

I use to think i put my hand out the car window and grabed air..That i culd talk to other people use air to talk.The person i talk to most was a friend had but she moved and i moved. So i pretend that were having a conver station.
I still put my hand out the window.Plus i thought you could only have this conversation if yo thought in your head.So it kept me quite.Bet my mom told me to do it. ]:3.Anyways i thought that when you hand when cold you had new message.It was like msn.Kind off

I used to believe…

My dad used to tell me that Carl Lewis could run as fast as a car. Therefore I used to believe, that if I placed myself next to a car that was about to start, and was able to catch up with it while it accelerated, I could be the next Olympic champion.

I use to believe that you had to be a really good driver to have a fancy car. I would see one smashed up and think that's too bad their going to have their car taken away, and have to drive less than fancy car and work their way back up to it. That explained why there were so many old run down cars and not so many nice cars on the road, it had nothing to do with the cost of the car.

I used to believe…

One family holiday we were driving along and we passed under a 'Drink Driving is a Crime' sign. My mother later pulled out a juice drink and offered it to my father who was driving. I completely freaked out because I thought my Dad was breaking the law because he was drinking (juice) while driving.

I used to believe…

Whenever I saw those "Deaf Children" signs in some neighborhoods, I thought they said "Decaf Children", so the children were extra slow to get out of the way of cars.