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I used to believe there were people underground sitting at desks who operated the traffic lights.
I believed that there were huge, invisible towers that people sat in and watched traffic lights and changed the signal when needed.
I thought when you click the button on a traffic light all the cars in the world shut off so you could cross the street!
When I was young, there was a traffic light at an interection near my house that went out ever now and then. I used to think that some guy drove around in his car and threw something out the window that magicly made the traffic lights go out.
I thought that if I blew wind out from my lips at the red light it would turn green magically.
My sister is 10 years younger so she was 6 when I started driving, and everytime I was at an intersection with lights and turning, she would start getting upset because I was going through a red light. Thing is I wasn't going through a red light, except that when we were turning she would see the red light for the traffic going the opposite direction and think I was not obeying ALL of the lights.
Dad used to have me blow out the red lights. He would tell me when and sure enough - the light would turn green!
From when I was like 3 to 10 I used to think that there was a HUGE room with little moniters in it and there was one guy in a swirly chair with wheels and he controlled the lights. When I was like 7 I realized this was impossible I concluded that his chair automaticly went to the next light that needed to be changed (by magic of course). This soon made me think that only one traffic light in the whole world changed at a certain time.
I used to believe that my parents relied on me to make the traffic lights green. I would do this by absorbing the green from trees and grass with my eyes and beam it into the traffic lights. If i was given enough time i had a 100% success rate.
I used to think that my mom controlled the traffic lights because she'd say the incantation that the Sesame Street magician said, right as the other light was turning yellow. So she'd say, "A la peanut butter sandwiches," and the light would instantly turn green!!!
when i was little my father always told me that the lights on top of the bridge towers were operated by little people who flicked their lighters.
My Dad told me that those Big boxes on stop-light poles(used for timers for the stop-lights)were actually refrigerators for the cops, and thats where they keep their lunch, I believed it until I was 12! I'm 13 now
My friend Nicole told me when she was younger she knew that green meant "go" and red meant "stop"..yellow meant "hurry up and go before the light turns red!"
When I was little, everytime we came to a traffic light with a crosswalk and the stop hand was flashing, I would start chanting "stop, stop, stop" until the red stop hand finally stopped. I really believed I was stopping it!
I used to think that there were little tiny green men under the ground that watched people at stop lights and determined when to change the light to green, yellow, or red.
I used to believe my dad when he said he was psychic and could tell me the exact moment when the light was going to turn green. I would watch in amazement as the light would turn green right as dad would say "now". I thought he was magic.
When I was about four or five years old, I used to believe the squirls would control the traffic lights. I used to sit in the car, and when the light wouldn't change, I thought the squirl fell asleep!
As a child, I was firmly convinced that all the traffic lights in the entire country (Britain) were operated by separate, large teams of people based in subterranean offices.
Each set of traffic lights was fitted with a periscope, like the one on a submarine. The leader of the team would spend most of his time staring up through this at the street, whilst his minions brought him sandwiches, cakes and coffee.
When traffic approached, he would alert his second in command, who immediately bellowed into a desk microphone: "Action stations!"
The rest of the team members would then jump up from their desks and turn a giant handle that changed the colour of the traffic lights.
If the leader was annoyed with the local council for some reason, he would deliberately wind the officials up by creating a massive traffic jam and making everybody late for work that day. If he'd heard about a bank raid on the news, he'd use the jam to help the police capture the robbers.
I used to look forward to being a student when I was older, as I reckoned they helped change the traffic lights during the college holidays - and got paid tons of money for doing it. During quiet periods, you could read the paper, watch the telly, drink mugs of tea and eat biscuits.
The walls of the traffic light changing stations were padded with empty egg boxes, to muffle the sounds of the traffic passing overhead.
my Dad told me that it was against the law to stand at a pelican crossing with a digital watch, because if the alarm went off a blind person may step out into the road and be killed.
i used to think two worker-men worked inside each traffic light, kind of like Mario and Luigi. they both sat inside the traffic lights, and used a hammer to tap a button that activated each colored light