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When I was very young I was convinced that if you pressed the pedestrian crossing button too many times the pavement would project you into space.
When I was little my grandmother told me that the bumps to alert you that a stop is coming were for blind drivers. I took it to be the gospel without questioning, it was only later, when I was 14 and told my older friend about the bumps I began to realize exactly how stupid I sounded.
I used to believe that I could secretly communicate with traffic lights and that with a little cajoling, convince them to turn green. It always worked!
When I was little, I was convinced that honking your horn would turn a red traffic light green. Whenever we were the first car at a red light, I would ask my mom why she didn't just honk so we could go faster. Since she never did I thought she just didn't know the secret.
I honestly still kind of think this is true.
I used to believe that my Dad could magically make red lights change by snapping his fingers and saying "Change, light, change," because whenever he would do this, the light would change. It was a long time before I realized he was watching for the yellow light in the other direction before he did this.
I used to believe that simply by shouting 'CHANGE LIGHT!' that I could make the traffic light change from red to green.
I used to believe that traffic lights were remotely controlled by someone looking out from a nearby building. The traffic controller would therefor change the light appropriately depending on the traffic. I therefor thought that the controller wasn't paying attention when we were stopped at a red light and there were no cars driving in the other direction.
When I was young, I was certain that inside every single stop light, a small man was sitting and waiting for the man watching the traffic in the pole to tell him it was time to change the lights. My dad had pretty good luck with the colors and was always singing at the light so I was pretty sure they liked his singing, now I'm constantly belting a good tune when I'm waiting on a rather lengthy light to change.
I used to believe that there were people in a room underneath each traffic light that were responsible for changing the lights from green to yellow to red, and then from red to green.
When I was younger I used to believe that all the streetlights were controlled by small people inside the light. I actually thought each light (red, yellow, and green) had a person sitting behind a desk operating it and when lights weren't working I thought the people either didn't show up for work or got the day off. Silly me
I USED TO BELIEVE THAT THERE WERE LITTLE MEN IN THE STREET LIGHTS (TRAFFIC LIGHTS) THAT WOULD CONTROL WHO STOPS AND WHO GOES. "RED YELLOW GREEN."
I used to believe that stop lights were controlled my men deep, deep underground in a control room, with certain buttons to make the lights a certain color.
I used to believe that there was someone in charge of stoplights in a city. When enough cars would accumulate at a red light, they would push a button and the light would turn green.
I used to believe that little babies were in the traffic lights controlling them. untill i was about 4. then realized that was impossible.
when I was young, I somehow didn't know the meaning of the red traffic light. So I figured out that it was meant for people from an other country. And when I thought of people from an other country, I somehow always thought of Chinese people(?). So when the red orange light turned into red, I was always looking around for Chinese people who drove through.
i used to believe that traffics lights were controlled by mice watching for cars and running through the wires switching the lights for us
I used to believe that very very skinny men slid into the light poles at intersections and switched the lights between green and yellow and red allllll day long.
I thought that the red traffic lights were for Chinese people. It then was their turn to drive...
I used to get upset when I would wait at a crosswalk and a large truck would pass, because I thought it would block my view of the signal that told me to cross. It took me about two years to realize that this would never happen, because I wasn't going to be allowed to walk in front of moving vehicles.
When I was little, when we came to a pelican crossing, my Mum used to hold my hand and say "Now watch for the green man and then we can cross."
So I always used to watch out for a man with green skin to walk down the road and wave to us so we could cross.
I was puzzled as to why it never happened.