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Like a lot of other people, I believed that there were people underground at all the intersections making the traffic lights change. But for some reason I specifically thought that it was a group of out-of-work pirates.
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 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.
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 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.
Here was how I imagined traffic lights worked:
Pressure-sensitive plates were placed directly beneath the asphalt on all the roads. When too many cars drove over them, indicating that traffic was getting too heavy on a particular road and wildly rushing cars were more likely to crash into each other, the light turned red to stop all the cars and make their drivers calm down. Then the cars on the other road, their drivers nicely calmed down, could proceed until they, too, became disorderly and the pressure plates told the light to change.
I came up with this hypothesis all on my own. When I asked my dad if this was how traffic lights worked, he, trying to keep his focus on the road, just said "Sure, hon." So I believed this for quite some time. ;P
I used to believe that simply by shouting 'CHANGE LIGHT!' that I could make the traffic light change from red to green.
My dad used to claim he could make the light change from red to green at his command. He would say, "Ooma, ooma, booma!" and the light would change. What I didn't realize until I was 7 that he started saying his "magical phrase" when another light turned from green to yellow.
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.
i use to beleive that if you rubbed your hands together, got them really hot and pointed at a traffic light, it would turn green.
When I was little I believed that stoplights were activated when they saw their specified color. So, being a redhead, I'd duck every time I saw a stoplight.
When I was little, I used to think that people woke up very early in the morning to be first in line at traffic lights.
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.
When I was very little, I thought you had to obey the traffic light that was over the street you were headed to. So when my mom would turn, I got very upset because she was breaking the law. I thought she would get shot for going through ANY red light, so I didn't like driving around town very much.
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!
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
when i was younger i believed that if my mom stayed at a traffic light too long it would shoot laser beams at us
so i always told my mom to hurry up i eventually ended up being grounded
I used to think there was a group of people who worked in a room underground, and they controlled the traffic lights. I imagined 3 big buttons, one red, one green and one yellow, and the people who worked there would push the buttons, signaling the cars to stop, go, or slow down... When we were stuck at a red light for a long time one day, i told my mom. "The workers must have fallen asleep down under the street". She just gave me an odd look, lol..
I used to think that if you went through a traffic light while it was red, a large hook (teathered to the light by a chain) would come rushing out of the traffic light, chase your car, crash its hook through the front windshield and drag you back to the red light until it had turned green. Was always very stressed out when my Mom went through a yellow light.
When i was little i thought all of the traffic lights in the world were controlled by a man in a big room full of moniters. He would just run back and forth pressing buttons in the room to change the lights. Whenever a light was taking especially long i assumed it was because he was tired :D