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I used to think that traffic lights were controlled by a man sitting in a little control booth in the park. He would decide when to switch the lights and would always watch traffic to know when to change it.
I used to think traffic lights had sensors in them that could tell if enough people were in the left turning lane, for example, or wanting to go straight, and would turn green to lessen the congestion.
My mum used to always tell me that I should stop at the traffic lights until I saw "the little green man come up". I was busily looking up and down the street for a little green alien type figure to wave me across the road, and of course he never appeared. But not wanting to seem stupid, I never mentioned to my mum that I couldn't see him, and just crossed the road when she did! I think I was about 8 before realising that the little green man actually appeared ON the traffic light!
I used to believe that traffic lights were controlled by people that were kept in the telephone poles on the corners of the street.
Stop lights had sensors that knew when cars were coming or not~that's how they turned red/yellow/green.
i used to believe that red yellow and green meant "ready, set, Go!" on traffic lights..
When I was four I thought that the only purpose of traffic lights are 2 annoy the bloody hell out of people. At 1st I did not realise that traffic lights are suppose to 2 make intersections safe.
I use to believe that my mom could change he traffic light by blowing on it. I guess she had really good timing. Then I realized that she didn't do it when we were in a hurry and figured it out, but it would be cool if we could!
My Dad always said he had telepathy for when lights would turn green. I could only come to the conclusion that he did actually have superpowers...not actually some genius idea to look at when the other light turned red.
I used to believe that the traffic lights were all red yellow and green m & m's. They would all have walkie talkies up there and would tell eachother when to show their back to change the lights.
My father had me convinced that the traffic lights were controlled by him. He would say, " when I count to three the light will change". He would count one, two ,three, and sure enough it would change. Not knowing that all he was doing was watching when the light in the opposite direction was turning yellow. I was just amazed how he could do that.
My mom HATES red lights when she's driving. (as do I) But when I was about 4 till I was about 7 I thought I had magic powers, that I could use my finger and brain power to change the red lights to green.
I used to believe that there were green, yellow and red fairies that would stick their really big bellies into the traffic to make them change colors. The green one was the nice one that let the cars go; the yellow one was always in a hurry and so could only do her job quickly, and the red one was nasty, thus slow traffic. My mother says she used to say 'Come on traffic light fairies, make the light turn green!' when I was in the car, so that's probably where I got this theory from.
As a child, I believed that traffic lights were controlled by an elaborate underground operations center (picture, if you will, any NASA footage of `ground controlí during the 70ís). In my mind, this amphitheatre-like operations center was filled with long rows of workstations, at which there were monitors and many blikenligths and buttons. These workstations were staffed by men with slicked-back, salt ní pepper hair, who held clipboards and wore lab coats and black, thick rimmed glasses. Each traffic signal held a camera and when enough cars had gathered, the man in white coat, responsible for that particular intersection, would change the lights and give the waiting drivers their chance to pass.
I used to believe for the stop lights to work there were trolls going up and down little stairs and they would change the colors of the light from green to yellow to red.
i used to believe that there was a man in the stoplight holding a flash light. that christmas, my mom saw my christmas list and asked me why i wanted a new flashlight and batteries. i said it was for the guy in the stoplight. then my mom explaned to meand i felt like a dope :-P
When i was younger my dad told me that if a red light seems to be taking a long time to press the garage door opener and it would make the light change... i believed him to cause every time her did it the light would change!
i used ot beleive that somewher a man was sitting with a clicker and would clicka red button for the light to turn red,a greeen so the light woold turn green,a nd a yellow so the light would turn yellow. i also remeber beliving htat he would always know if someone were ina urry and hit hte red button just to tick them off.
while riding with my parents when i was 13 or 14, my father told me that if you are stuck at a red light and it seems to be taking too long all you have to do is 'honk twice and go!'. He said as long as you 'signal your intentions' it wasn't against the law. A year after obtaining my driver's license I drove my father to work and proceeded to 'honk twice and go' through a red-light...my father laughed so hard he couldn't breathe when i told him i'd been 'taking his advice' for a year!
I used to believe that under every traffic light at an intersection, there was a police man in an underground room, turning the lights green when there were over 5 cars waiting, and red when there was noone.