When I was little, I used to believe that there was a little room for a man underneath every traffic light to turn on the red, yellow or green light.
When I was little, somewhere between four and six, I watched a cartoon which had the line "There's a short circuit at the substation! That's why the traffic lights aren't working!". I didn't know what a short circuit or a substation was, but thought that substations were something that somehow made traffic lights not work. One time, my mother and I were passing some traffic lights and I pointed at something and asked, "What's that?". She replied that it was a substation and I said, "but the traffic lights work fine."
I used to think and tell my granny that traffic lights were controlled by a little bordo and that if I shouted "RED, YELLOW AND... GREEN!" the bird eventually heard me and switched the light from red to green.
I thought pushing the button at the crosswalk more would make the light change faster- after all, I pushed it a bunch of times and it changed so I had to be right?
When I was young, I used to think that there was an actual person inside stop lights, who would press a button to change the light
I used to believe that the little construction workers from Fraggle Rock changed the traffic lights from red to green to yellow!
When I was younger I believed that all traffic lights had little leprechaun type men in them that were in charge of watching the traffic to know when to change the lights from red to green and I would get upset when they didn't change "in time"; I simultaneously thought my Papa had a special relationship with these tiny people because he could point at the light and make it change to green. Every. Single. Time. I thought they looked up to him like I did :)
I thought it was someone's job to change traffic lights and that every intersection with a traffic light had an underground office where someone was watching traffic via a camera and pressing buttons to make the lights change.
When I was just 4, I used to accuse my Dad of going through red traffic lights, because even though the light was green for our side, I assumed that if you could still "see" the red light for the other side that still applied to you - and you shouldn't drive through it!
I used to think there was a group of people who worked in a room underground, and they controlled the traffic lights. I imagined 3 big buttons, one red, one green and one yellow, and the people who worked there would push the buttons, signaling the cars to stop, go, or slow down... When we were stuck at a red light for a long time one day, i told my mom. "The workers must have fallen asleep down under the street". She just gave me an odd look, lol..
I used to believe that there were little elves inside traffic lights, and that they watched to see people that were going to fast and they would put the red lightg on to make them stop.
For a while I thought traffic lights know when people want to cross the street and they are senseing how many cars are comeing.
Then after a while I changed my mind and thought there are a man for every traffic light to control it.
When I was little I thought there was some kind of electrical signal in traffic lights that stopped cars automatically when it turned red, and made them go when it turned green, and there was nothing the driver could do about it.
Pizza deliverymen men are aloud to run red lights such as policemen do.
When I was little I thought that there was a giant room under the city where a man worked. I thought it was his job to change the stoplights and he would flip the switches one after the other, that is why you could look down the road and see the lights changing one by one.
when crossing the street and waiting for the street lights to turn green, my dad would tell me that he worked for the streetlight company and thus he had a special button inside his jacket to make them turn green - i'm not proud of how long it took me to figure out that he was just waiting until the light for the cars would turn red to "press" the button - it always worked! i even told my friends that my dad is very important!
I used to believe that there was a little person in the electrical boxes beside street lights that would change the lights at the appropriate times. If the light was taking too long to change, I would assume that they were taking a nap.
My mom used to tell me that blowing at red lights made them turn green. I did so dutifully, amazed that it always worked (eventually). I learned the truth only when I started furiously blowing at lights in a friend's car.
My dad used to claim he could make the light change from red to green at his command. He would say, "Ooma, ooma, booma!" and the light would change. What I didn't realize until I was 7 that he started saying his "magical phrase" when another light turned from green to yellow.
My brother used to tell me that the lighthouse was a signal for babysitters to report to the office because there is a baby in need of sitting.