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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
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
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 streetlights were controlled by people far away and if there was a car accident you had to push the crossing button and tell them
I used to beleive that underneath the traffic lights there used to be a man in an underground room with three switches on for stop,go and prepar to stop!
I used to believe that I could predict the green left turn lights and that the color was determined by the fairies that lived inside of them. I would tell my dad whether it was going to be arrow shaped or just a green circle and tell him that I was magic whenever I was correct. It wasn't until I was ten that I noticed the giant "LEFT TURN SIGNAL" signs on the light poles that I "predicted" at.
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.
I believed that traffic lights had police officers inside them, turning the lights on and off...
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
When I was about 8, I was visiting the beach in New Jersey. I was walking from the hotel with a group of about 10 neighbors. I saw a stoplight and I wondered how in the world they knew how to change colors when you pressed the little button to cross the street. I asked my friend Mackenzie and she replied "Sakura, you mean you don't know? Inside those little poles that hold up the stoplights, there are tiny midgets who work them." We thought we were so smart knowing that the streetlights were run by midgets.
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
I used to think that there were full sized men curled up inside of the traffic lights who switched the lights from red to green.
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 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.
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 thought that if I blew wind out from my lips at the red light it would turn green magically.
i thought that there were people with binoculars on every corner that had remote controls that changed the traffic lights but they wouldnt change the light until you gave them the secret sign so at every corner i would shoot the traffic light with my hand and if the little people saw me they would change the light
When I was a little girl, my mind was extremely confused with the system of traffic lights. Sitting at the back of our car and waiting for the green to move, I was constantly wondering how on earth those drivers were so sure about the fact that the light happened to turn to red on our side and how they managed to halt just before we passed across the road. This seemed something unbelievably hard to grasp until I got an explanation from my dad at the age of five. ...
When I was little I used to think that traffic lights where like periscopes on submarines. I thought there were people down the bottom of the pole who looked out of the lights and knew wen to change them!
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.