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I used to think the cassete player in the car was magic because it seemed to rewind the tapes automaticly.
Later i learned my mom was doing the rewinding.
When i was very little i used to be frightened of my dad lifting the bonnet up on the car because i thought the car had opened it,s mouth to eat him.
You know those warnings on the side mirrors that say "Objects in mirror are closer than they appear"? Well as a child I didn't really understand how to tell the difference between "than" and "then" and I thought the word "closer" meant that something was invisible. So, in my mind, those signs were saying that the objects were invisible and then suddenly they appeared. I always tried to catch the mirror when everything was invisible. I never quite did.
When I was little I used to believe that the reason seat belts in cars would cut out suddenly when you pulled them too quickly was so that when a robber tried to steal your car, it would slow them down when they were trying frantically to put their seat belt on and drive away!
When i was little i used to beileve that there was something under the car and that every time i wen to get out it was going to grab me and pull me under
When I was quite little (I am 15 now) I asked my mum what a certain button on the car did. She told me that it made the car fly into space. I never touched that button and then one day on a long car trip mum pressed it and I panicked! It made her confused until I told her what she told me. Then all she did was laugh. How gullible I was. She also did the same thing to me with a television remote. There was a purple button and she said it made the tv blow up. I never did touch that button...
..that every boy/man had to have a traffic accident. And that it happened exactly one time in life. We lived with my mother's family and both her brothers had had theirs. So, every night I would pray that tommorow I would get done and over with *my accident*, and that it wouldnt be too scary!
I used to beleive that my mom's car had a mind of it's own and wanted to come upstairs and run me over.
Once I was in the car with my mom and I heard a ticking noise and asked her what it was. She said 'the signal' and so I thought she was somehow communicating with the other drivers telepathically and that's how she knew when it was okay to turn.
When driving along, my Nana asked my dad what the yellow rumble strips (those lines on the road before roundabouts) are for. My dad made a joke about them being for blind drivers. Of course no one in the car took what he was saying seriously.... except the innocent little child in the back of the car (me). It was a couple of years before I sat up in bed in the middle of the night thinking "there can't be blind drivers! How would they see the roadsigns?"
When i waz about 4 years old. every sunday we would go out and visit my grandparents w/ my other cuzins. on the way there my dad was picking on me and saying that the steering wheel was locking up and told me we were going to crash and i kept on kicking and screaming bloody murder! LOL
When I was a child, one day while travelling on the interstate with my uncle, a car passed us and my uncle said, "Whoa, he's running 75 miles per hour!"
I asked "How can you tell how fast that car is going?" And he replied, "Well, if you stare really hard into the center of their hubcaps, you'll be able to tell." So for years, I went down the road with my little head bobbing up and down, side to side, wondering why I couldn't tell how fast the cars were going. I don't even know how old I was when I finally figured out that my uncle had just been estimating the other car's speed judging by how fast we were going in our own car.
When I was younger and I was in the car going through tunnels, I believed that the brake lights reflecting on the walls were aliens and the windows had to be kept shut so that the aliens couldn't get in.
i used to believe trailers were rv's and i just couldn't find the steering wheel.
when i was about 8 my dad got a new car and told me that if i shouted up or down the volume oon the radoi would change i thought this was because the car was my friend and wanted to do my a favour by changing the volume for me i only recently found out my dad had a volume changer built into the steering wheel
I used to think that my dad could control the volume on the car radio by simply pointing at it with his finger, but later I realized he was using the volume buttons on the steering wheel.
I used to think that whenever we drove around at night, the moon was following us.
I used to believe that the highways just ended and if you didn't get off then you would just fall with your car. Sort of how the coyote always fell off the cliff chasing the road runner
My dad used to have one of those shop lights that is a single bulb inside a little orange cage, on the end of a long orange cord. He called it a "trouble light" and I thought that he would plug it into the car somewhere, and if it lit up, that meant there was trouble.
My dad had an Oldsmobile that had metal lettering installed on the trunk lid from the dealer, Something like "SamSmith Buick - Oldsmobile"
So I thought my dad drove a "Buick Oldsmobile" for the longest time. After all, the metal plate was designed to resemble a car logo.
Ironically, when I grew up I once owned an Oldsmobile that developed that problem with the ignition way inside the steering column, so I got another column from a wrecking yard... Out of a Buick.