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My parents used to tell us that if we blew at the traffic lights hard enough it would change. Must've been hilarious for them watching us puffing away!
My father is a terrible practical joker. He inflicted his sense of humour on all 4 of his children, and, unfortunately, now on my nieces and nephews too. Amongst the things that I believed were:
That dad was a god, with magic powers. He could change traffic lights from red to green, by commanding "lights please change". Miraculously, the lights would change colour - it wasn't until i was about nine that i realised that dad was watching for the lights in the other direction to turn before his command!
He also told me that the giant bales of hay in farmers paddocks were in fact 'wild hay', a type of very shy animal that would move only when no-one was looking at it. Occasionally they were covered in a tarpolen, because they were prone to catch colds, and the farmers were worried about them. I suppose its not that unusual for a city kid like myself to believe this, but unfortunately my older sisters kids - born and bred in the country - believe this as well!
Unfortunately, my father's jokes appear to be genetic - last week i convinced my three year old niece that bread grows on trees. We spent nearly an hour hunting around the backyard for bread to have with dinner. Amazingly, we found a french stick and two rolls - that i had hidden earlier.
I used to think I could change traffic lights to green.
If I knew we were in a hurry to get somewhere I would talk to the
traffic light under my breath and promise it lots of new wires if
it changed to green , and it would a lot of the time.
It was sort of cruel of me to lie to them.lol.
I used to think that there was a man controlling traffic lights: he would wait until there was a car before changing the light to green.
As a kid I used belived that when the Traffic lights turned Green, it meant "Go" for everyone. And so I would run like mad to cross the street darting between the cars. I also belived that the books and teachers were wrong in school, coz if it means "GO" for cars it means "GO" for everyone.
I realised how lucky I was in college when I saw my friends wait for the light to turn RED to cross!!
I used to believe that traffic lights were controlled by groundhogs (or some similar animal) that had been trained to make the lights change when it felt cars go over the road.
It always amazed me when my grandfather and I would go for a drive. Each time we stopped at a red light he would say "presto chango" and the light would turn green. It only changed for me occationally when I did it. I never noticed him watching for the traffic lights from the other direction to turn yellow. Being the oldest off all the grandchildren, I was finally able to trick my cousins once I caught on to it.
I used to believe that traffic lights were linked by wires to a room at the nearest police station, with lots of switches that could change them from red to amber to green and so on.
I thought they were operated by a really old policeman who was too old to pound the beat any more.
I used to believe that if you were stuck at a red light, you should blow real hard an swish your hands so that it turns green! I did this up until i was about 7.........LoLz
I asked my dad one day how the traffic lights worked. He told me that there was a department in city hall where a large group of civil servants was employed with pushing the buttons for green, orange, and red.
I then asked him why the lights would flash orange after 20:00 (as they used to do in my country) and in the weekends, to which the answer was of course that that was the civil servant would be done working.
I don't know if I actually believed this, but it made an uncanny kind of sense!
I used to believe that there was a button on the dash board that had to be pushed for the light to change. The problem was that the button was located in a different place for every traffic light. My parents would tell me, when I didn't try to find the button, that the light changed because another child in a different car had found it.
i thought the traffic lights were just christmas lights all year long to make the roads look pretty. i could never figure out why my parents always stopped at them. so, in regards to that, i always through a fit and told my mom to start driving.
when i was about 5, my mom used to tell me to hiss at red lights so that they would hurry up and change to green and she could go. i kept doing that until i was about 12. she never really discouraged it, so i figured it must work. people thought i had tourettes.
I used to believe that while on holiday in Spain, i had seen the red and green man at a pedestrian crossing fight each other, and would tell people about this whenever the thought entered my head until i was about 5. That was only because i again saw whatever film that scene appeared in (i think Superman 1 or 2), and realised my utter stupidity.
I used to believe that traffic lights in certain parts of the world had giant blades that would drop down if your car went through them after you were red. As kids we thought it was the coolest thing to imagine a red light runners car being chopped in half... Imagine if this was a law!
I was always impressed by what a great job the workers did flipping the switches to change the lights. Their timing was impeccable! It must've taken alot of training to learn how to do that from their offices under the streets.
When I was five years old, my dad told me that green meant stop and red meant go, which messed up my perception of traffic lights for at least three years...
when I was about 4 or so, i asked my dad how the traffic lights (the red, yellow, green) could know when to change so all lanes of traffic could get a turn. he told me that midgets sat inside them and talked to each other with walkie-talkies. i believed that until i asked my first grade teacher about 2 years later how the midgets get up into the lights in the first place
My sister and I used to believe that my Dad could correctly predict when the stop light would turn green. We would try to out guess him but always lose. It wasn't until I was about 7 that I realized that the stop light going the other way turned yellow right before our light turned green...
when i was a little kid, i used to believe that there was someone controlling stoplights. like, a little man in a big room full of buttons and litghts and cameras. it just made sense to me, because as soon as there got to be a lot of cars on the side of the road where i was sitting, the light turned from red to green, and we could go. i was so convinced, that sometimes, i would even wave at the stoplights, just to see what would happen. and silly me, if the light turned right after that, i thought it was all about me.