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when i was young my mother lost her license to drive (missed placed it). and she told my father(back then they had the paper ones) He wanted her to go to the store for him, well she told him that she lost her license and could not drive. i thought when a person lost thier license, they forgot how to drive just went "poof" from the memory yea i was a dumb kid, but i did get smarter thought the years and when i lost mine i did remember how to drive,only slower.
I used to believe that various cars with exhaust pipes (tailpipes) when the smoke came out, that's what made the car move. i.e. if tailpipe came straight out the back, that made the car go FAST, if it came out to the side, means it went SLOW.
When I was about 6 or 7, my father and I were driving in his car and he used the window washer fluid to clean off the front window. Curious, I asked him where that water came from. His explaination for it was that there was a little man who lived under the car hood and peed upward to clean off the window. Everytime after that, when he used the window washer fluid, I was always say 'Its the little man, peeing again.' and then he would always go 'Yep, thats right' and smiled at me. I believe his reasoning behind it for about a year until my mom finally told me the real story about window washer fluid and where it came from when she overheard me telling my dad that the little man was peeing again. I have yet to fully forigve my father for that one, he's still pulling stuff like that on me.
When I was a little girl, I believed that pink cars didn't exist. I think some kids in the kindergarten had told me that. So, one day when we were on a bus trip somewhere, we saw a pink car, and of course I got really surprised..
I used to believe that the big puff of smoke that comes from the exhaust of a car in th winter was a ghost following that car. I would never walk behind a car, not even a parked one- afraid the ghost would come out and get me!
ok when i was younger i use to belive that my dads work truck was a boy and my moms car was a girl and that they were madly in love... a beautiful romantic story lol
When I was young my parents would toot the car horn every time we drove through a tunnel, and told us that it was the tunnel honking at us. My sisters and I believed this for YEARS and were always sooo excited to go through a tunnel!
I once asked my mother if a car could move with no driver inside. She replied that technically, this could happen, but that it wasn't likely. Nevertheless, I spent a good year or two searching for driverless cars whenever we were on the road.
I used to think that when I was in the car,I was invisible. So I would always make faces at other cars and stick my tongue out at them.
When I was little we would travel about 2 hours to my grandmother's house. I used to believe that in order to get to my grandmother's house, I had to steer the car exactly the way they did...2 inches to the left at this particular time, 1 inch to the right at this particular time, etc. I thought all I would have to do is memorize every little movement of the steering wheel and I would get there!
I thought if you did the gearshift or anything the wrong way on a car, it would blow up. When I was 13, my grandpa decided to have me drive and I refused saying I might blow up the car. He insisted and I was so terrified the whole time that I would only go about 5 miles an hour.
When I was about five, my little brother and I rode in my Granddad's car with him. He told us that he had a "magical car" and whenever we said, "Windows, open/close!" or "Doors, lock/unlock!" When we did, the doors and windows would do just that! MAGICAL! I believed this for years and years until my mother got a car with power windows and power locks. Even for a year or two after that, it took a little while for me to figure out that Granddad's car was NOT magic.
As all young kids do, I liked to watch TV. From movies and TV shows, I began to stereotype certain groups of people. When I was young, I could never understand why I saw blind people driving vehicles ALL THE TIME. I mean, blind people can't see the road, let alone, another vehicle coming at them. Right? My fascination with blind drivers stemmed from what I saw in the movies. From those shows, my stereotype of blind people were that they wore dark glasses. In fact those glasses could almost be mistaken for SUNGLASSES... hmmmm
My mother always made me lock the car door. She would tell me if I didnt, then if I touched it, I would fall out and possibly be run over.
until a day ago, i believed that gasoline was black. but then i saw my brother filling up the car and a drop fell out when he was done and it was clear. i was made fun of a lot when i asked why it wasnt black.
When my mum was driving us all to school she used to wave at people coming the other way - they in turn used to wave back!!! I thought she was the coolist mum in the world as she had so many friends......... took me ages to work it out, seriously ages!
I used to believe that if you turned the steering wheel round 360 degrees while you were driving, the car would flip over on to its roof.
When I was an infant, I would sit in the front of the car in my car seat facing the windshield. This of course was before all those new laws about putting the kids in the back and what not. Anyways, my parents told me that whenever they windshield whipers would move that I would close my eyes because I was scared of them.
I believed that when we were driving, everyone in traffic with us was going "to" their location. For example if we were going "to grandma's house". In the same respect, when we were coming home, everyone else in traffic was also going home.
(Traffic on the opposite side of the street was doing the opposite.)
I used to believe that there was a monster under my father's car, and whenever I looked down there, it would make this gurgling noise, and it would come out to get me. I still don't like looking underneath cars to this day.