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I used to think the price of gas per gallon was all you had to pay and always wondered why my parents complained about high gas prices.
When I was little, my dad had a truck with two gas tanks. He used to tell us that the button to switch from one tank to the other was a blow up button. I believed him until I was 12.
I used to believe that if you didn't wear your seatbelt when the car was driving, you would automatically be thrown through the windscreen
I used to believe that if you touched the cigarette lighter in a car, the car would instantly burst into flames.
When I was little, I used to believe that the clicking sound the blinker made in the car forced the car to turn, so I would lean up to the back of my mom's seat and make noises when we passed McDonalds to make her turn.
When I was young I couldn't wrap my head around the concept of a car engine. So I always wondered how the driver of a car could be strong enough to pull everything that was in the car behind him!
I remember being especially puzzled when we moved houses and my dad was driving a moving van.
I used to believe my mother had a map of the world in her head. How else did she always know how to get where we were going? And when I asked her, she confirmed it.
When I was little my mother told me that if I used the cruise control on my car it would get stuck and I would have to drive forever.
When I was little I always wanted a mustang convertible. My mother told me they were death traps. So I had this image of accidentally driving off of a mountain side (in the middle of Kansas) and the car would crunch up and kill me when it fell off the mountain. But another inexpensive normal car would be just fine.
I used to believe that one side of the road was for people with red lights on their car and the other side was for people with white lights on their car.
When I was little I used to believe George Washington (yes, the first president of the United States) was standing in the middle of the highway directing cars where to go, and that traffic was caused by him messing up. In my young visual of this he was wearing his military suit with a white wig, holding a flag.
when i was little i used to believe that in my dads '94 z28 red comaro when i would pull on my dads ear the car knew and locked to keep us safe
When I was about seven to nine years old I used to believe that the price that you see on the gas pump from the previous user was what we had to pay. So if it read fifteen bucks, we had to pay fifteen bucks.
When I was little, riding in the car with my mom and staring out the window, I used to believe that the trees were running next to us. I even tried to argue it.
I used to believe that the car wash was a monster trying to eat our car...and us inside of it. I used to scream and cry everytime we had our car washed.
My parents used to tell me that if I didn't wear my seatbelt then we would automatically get in a crash. It was a really good way to get me to wear my seatbelt but whenever someone didn't have theirs on I would freak out.
When I was little, I used to believe that instead of the car moving, the road would move. The car was stationary in one place while the road beneath it moved at the posted speed limit.
I used to believe that all the cars that were driving around me were driven by no one and were just there to keep my mom's car company.
I used to think that if a driver of a car set their temperature setting to hot, and the passenger set theirs to cold, that a tiny tornado would form in the car and kill them, because one time I asked my parents how tornadoes were formed and they told me: When hot air hits cold air.
When i was younger I used to believe that windshield wipers would turn on when you clapped your hands. I thought this was true up to my freshman year in high school.