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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"
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.
I used to belive that if you pushed the lighter button in a car it would tranforme it into a batmobile
I used to think that my father pedaled fastly when the car was racing through the countryside
Ever wish that a car could be like hurbie or bubblebee ...
well I have a story to tell... my grandad bought a 1971 oldsmobile custlass s model . She is so pretty ! We named her sweet 71 . (Please dont remove my post i will get to the belive ) anyway i nicknamed her sweetc . She sits in the garge a lot of times i go to see my granddad but there are a few cases where she acts alive .. one is when my grandad starts her up on a cool day the car chaters like its shivering . But when it warms up it stops . The next one is I like to talk to her while I sit and pretend to drive her . I had the radio in her on and the radio faded and i was like weard ? And i said what happened sweetc ? Soon the song dimond ring and old bar stools by tim mcgraw came on and many time i said i love you to her . And she said by unfadeing the radio at the right moment to say (i love you and see i told you so..) and it faded . I hope you think this is cute and she has other storys to but thats some of the best ones . Thanks for reading (maby sweet71 is alive after all?)
When I was little, I thought that I could open the trunk of a car with my mind. When I went grocery shopping with my dad and he was carrying the bags, I'd just "open" the trunk for him. He would congratulate me, and I would proudly say "Well, I am a witch!" One day my mom showed me the button on the keys that opened the trunk. My little heart was shattered.
My parents drove a stick shift and I noticed them moving it back to first gear at stops. When I was little I thought they were just wiggling the stick around for fun every so often.
I used to believe that the people at the radio station were singing and that's how the music got on there. Needless to say I didn't know much about recordings
When I was younger I used to think that as soon as you got in the drivers seat in a car, you knew exactly where everything in the world was and how to drive there.
I used to believe that Automatic Toll Boths had underground room where people counted your money.
up until the age of 8, I believed that the over hanging street lamps we're the showers for homeless people. everyday I looked outside anticipating and hoping i could catch a homeless person showering.
I used to (when I was about 9 or 10) think that license plate numbers were talking in code to me. So I would memorize license plate numbers and thought they were speaking to me.
When I was a little, I often used to see one and the same dream. The thing is that strange car chased me, I tried to escape, but car didn't have any barriers. It was really terrible and I still get nervous when I dream something like that.
I used to believe that when people tailgating before a sporting event meant the same as tailgating on the road, and I wondered why people would drive around for hours really closely behind people before games. I believed this well into my teens!
My friend had a five year old son who wad convinced that Volkswagon Beetles were the baby form of the larger Volkswagon vans like the one his family owned!He was even sure that he had seen a van "mating" with another vehicle- his mom thought maybe he had seen a van being towed and that's why why one end appeared to be up in the air and stuck to another vehicle.
I used to think that crash test dummies were people who'd been in car accidents, and anyone who had an accident would look like that forever afterwards. I'd seen too many car commercials where they show footage of the crash tests, I guess.
I used to believe the car always knew where you were going, and always gave you directions on where to turn, by the dash lights. Now...... they actually do....