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I used to believe that when my parents drove the car the car didn't turn....the world did.. My parents would turn the wheel and it would make the entire world turn so we could get where we were going and the vehicle stayed still....
When I was about 4 years old, I remember looking out of the car window and truly believing that the moon was chasing my family down the road because everywhere we went...the moon went...
i used to believe that if your seatbelt was un-done the car wouldn't move or work at all
I used to believe that in order to get on an overhead bridge cars drove onto a platform that lifted them up to the bridge, they drove across, then another platform lowered them back down to the road.
When i was little my dad told me little blue people worked inside of peoples cars. and that is how they worked. i believed it up until i saw the inside of a car.
I used to believe that the reflective squares that you see in the middle of the road at night weren't reflective, but that there were people payed to stand down there and shine flashlights up through square holes in the road. I also thought another one of their jobs was to sit at intersections and watch what was going on above them via what i thought were cameras, but are actually the white flashing lights that flash when an emergency vehicle is coming. They would change the lights from red to green, and if they were having a good day, they would turn on the pedestrian light.
I never rode a taxi until I went to college. I always thought it was a cool car like a limo or something like that. When I called my first cab, I was disappointed to find out it was just a basic old car.
When we would be stuck in a long traffic jam on a highway I thought there must be someone VERY important at the front of this long line of cars and I just assumed that person was Abraham Lincoln.
Until recently, I thought that hybrid cars weren't hybrid as in the fuel, but hybrid as in the car itself. I thought it could be like, half Jeep half Lexus or something...
I imagined that the wavy power line shadows on the street were the paths that cars were supposed to drive on.
I used to believe people would get in trouble for driving in a county other than the one on their license plate.
Until I was 8 or so I thought that turning the steering wheel left and right actually powered the motion of the car.
When I was a child, I believed that the tallest man in the world drives a mini, which had no front seats, i.e. back seats only.
I believed that till I was 25 years old.
I used to think that if you left a car running while it was parked (not moving), than it would blow up. My mom left me for a minute to run in the post office, and found me sobbing hysterically when she came back. She freaked out of course, but when I told her why I was upset, she busted out laughing. I remember having tears and snot running down my face and saying, "You mean it WON'T blow up?"
when we went on long trips in the car and would bother my mom by saying , are we there yet, she would say , See the black stuff in the road? that is where Indians would scalp little kids who were not being good. Now shut up.
The thick black lines was just tar from paving the cracks in the road. It sure shut us up though.
when i was little my mom told me that there were hampsters in the tires of the car and when you got gas that was hampster food. so i would picture the food dropping down on a string and the hampster would chase it and the car would move. she also told me that we would get a flat tire because the hampster died. nice mom.
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 didnīt get it how it was related to the speed you drive at.
My daughter used to believe that when we got in the car.. it stood still but the surroundings moved towards the car.
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.
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.