Traffic lights are operated by creatures who live inside them

I used to believe that there were little guys that sat in little tiny labs underneath each and every stop light that changed and coordinated the stop lights. I can't remember if I finally just realized it wasn't that or if I asked my dad w/o letting on that I actually didn't know.

I used to believe…

Everytime I rode with my parents in their car as a kid, I'd always hate stopping at traffic lights; I used to believe that traffic lights were actually operated by little traffic gnomes who decided when the lights would change to red, green, or yellow based on whether the driver was good or bad, or whether or not they were in a particularly good mood. Waiting at a red light for a long while made me hate those gnomes quite a bit.

I used to believe…

traffic lights were controlled by people sitting underneath the light

I used to believe that little men lived in the stop lights and that they where the ones who changed the light from red, to green, to yellow.

I used to beleive that the traffic light was operated by a old scientist, that lived underground with a robot, so my dad would say " The traffic light HATES me" i would think that the man underground would make my dad late for stuff.

I used to believe…

When I was younger I used to believe that on the back of stoplights were monkeys pushing the buttons. I figured they just jumped from light to light and changed them from green to yellow to red. I'm not sure where this originated from in my mind...but Im happy to say I no longer believe that :)

I used to believe…

When I was little my dad told me that monkeys lived inside the stoplights. I used to picture them in there eating vanilla icecream (cuz that was my favorite ice cream at the time)

I used to believe…

That little men lived in the traffic lights and that's how they changed at the right time.

I used to believe…

When I was little I believed that the inside every stoplight there were a team of little men that worked to make the lights turn from color to color.
When I was little, I thought that each stoplight had three floors; one for each color. I envisioned gears of all sizes twisting and turning; staircases and ladders located on every floor; but the key element was these little, elf-like men the size of your finger. I thought of the men being short and a little scruffy kind of resembling Ernie; the advertising face for Keebler Fudge Striped Cookies. All the men on each floor worked together, every time the lights changed.

I used to believe that there were Hobbits inside traffic lights that changed the lights from green, to yellow, to red.

I used to believe…

When I was a child, and I would ride with my Mom in the car a lot. To the doctors, to the grocery store, etc. When she would stop at a stop light, I would always wonder what was in the stop light box. I used to imagine little tiny men wearing chef hats (why the chef hats, I have no idea), would get into elevators and ride down to the green light and press a button makeing it turn green.

I also thought that when the light turned green and it was an arrow pointing up, that our car was going to magically go flying straight up into the air.

I used to believe…

When I was like 4 I used to think there were little people in the stop lights that ran up and down stairs to turn on and off the red, yellow, and green lights. I beleived that for like, three years. Gawd I'm an idoit, lol

I used to believe…

When I was little and went on road trips, I would pass those electrical boxes on the side of the road, you know? They're grey and metal. Well, I used to think that to make the traffic lights change colours, little Keebler-elf like people would sit in there with a periscope and watch traffic, and when it would get busy, they would change the light from red to green.

I used to believe…

When I was small, I thought that there was some sort of small creature that lived inside the traffic lights.he was the one that had to switch the lights on and off but he was alway trying to sleep so an alarm clock would go off to wake him up so he could change the lights

I used to believe…

When I was little I used to believe that stoplights were controlled by tiny mice that lived inside the wires, and that if I forgot to "feed" the mice by throwing some air over my shoulder, they would die, but if I asked politely they would change the color of the light for me.

I used to believe…

When I was a kid I used to think there was a little man inside the traffic lights that pushed a button to change the colors. I always thought that's what "little person" meant..