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my uncle was a doctor, so when he told me his vw could fly, i believed.
While driving down the road with my father, I pointed to the taillights of the car in front of us and asked, "Where do red lights come from?" He answered, "From other lights." Clearly he meant that the bulb wasn't red, but in fact a clear bulb, so what I was seeing as a red light was actually a clear bulb. But the way I interpreted it, I thought lights on cars got their energy from other lights, which explained the purpose of street lamps. They were the energy source that powered the car lights. Of course, I began to fear driving down any road that didn't have street lamps. I was grateful for the porch lights that kept powered up.
i used to think the little triangle that was missed by the windshield wipers was so that the person driving could tell what the weather was outside...it NEVER occured to me that you could see through the rest of the window. 0=D
We used to have a stick shift car when i was little, and i always thought that when my mom changed gears she was telling the car directions on how to get where we were going. Whenever she changed gears, she would change her mind because of traffic, or just because she changed her mind. my mom was a very indecisive person when i was little. 0=D
I used to believe that when little pebbles would hit our car while driving, it was because kids outside were throwing them at us. I think my mom might have told me that for some reason.
When my brother and I were little and my dad used to pick us up to go to the city he would yell, "Idiot!" at all the people that passed us on the highway just because he thought we thought it was funny. One day I asked, "Dad, why do all the idiots drive in front of you?"
I used to think that the car was stationary and God was pulling the road from under us, to give us an illusion of movement.
When I was little i used to belive that the car could break any minute.When Mom pushed the brake/gas pedals,I freaked.I began to take in the idea that the car could come apart any moment and we would be out on the road and getr run over.I'd have to thank my older brother for that belief....
Whenever I'm with my mom when she's driving,I look at the cars in front of me and I see the lights in the back of the car in front of us. For a while I thought those light were eyes. So when the car turns on the blinker, I think it's winking at me.
when i was in kindergarten going on the way to school, the person I carpooled with said that the cars were going ten different ways on the intersection ahead. (she was exaggerating). I spent the next five years figuring out how cars could possibly go that many ways at once.
when i was little about 4 or 5 while i was in the car i used to imagine all the cars on the road were in a big race and that we had to go the fastest so we would win the race and get a prize. weird yet true
I used to believe that the arrows in ur car telling u which way to fo ACTUALLY told u which way to go. Like me and my mom got lost going to a baby shower so i kept telling her "follow the arrows" i just oculdnt understand how someone could be sooo stupid to get lost when they had the arrows.
For a very long time when I was little I used to believe that those big plastic containers on top of some cars(used to pack things) contained dead people being taken to the cemetery. I guess it was because I'd never been told otherwise and they're about the same size as a coffin.
I used to believe that 'busking' involved popping car tyres and playing guitar at the people inside. I spent all of those long car journeys when I was young in fear of 'being busked'.
In maryland the tags had three letters and three numbers. The three letters on the tag for my moms car almost matched her initials. So I thought that the letters on everyone's tags were actually their initials and that they had just made a mistake and sent my mom the wrong tag. One day on the beltway I saw a tag with the *same number* and my *mother's correct initials*! I begged my mom to stop them so we could trade the tags back!!!
I remember the day when my friend Jason told our 4th grade teacher that his mom had just "bought a new vulva." (he meant to say volvo....)
When I was little ( 4-5) I believed that when you drove down a road the cars were connected by an invisible string. Then when the car infront or behind you turned the string was broken and it attached to the next car in line.
I used to believe that when my mom got a new Ford Explorer, that the old car, The Nova was in storage. I found out when I was 10 and in 4th grade that The Nova went the to junkyardT_T
i remember when i was 3 or 4 i hated going into carwashes. i thought the water would flood the car and make it explode, leaving the big brushes (i thought they were alive at the time) to kill you!
As an important safety tip, mom used to tell me to have my keys ready in my hand when entering a parking garage (kinda strange advice for a 5 year old, but you never know).
For the longest time I thought women did this because the keys could be used as a weapon to gauge an attacker's eyes out.