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when i was to small to see the green man, and mum told me to wait for the green man to cross the road i expected a life size green man to walk across the road and i was confussed why i never saw him
I used to believe that when you turn right on a red light, you were breaking the law. I believed that untill I got really mad at my mom one day beacuse she turned right so I said, "look out mom, a police car is over there!!" But then, she explaned it to me.
when i was about 4 or 5 and we would drive through and stop at traffic lights, i thought that little trolls lived underground below the lights and controlled traffic in their little underground cities.
When I was young, me and my family were constantly on the road going somewhere. I always wondered how the stoplights worked. I never asked anyone, I just used my imagination--I thought that the stoplights were worked by angels in heaven who had the specific job to change the stoplights all over the world. So I would always pray to God so that the lights would change just for me!
when i was little i always thought that their were little tiny elf people, who ran the lights on the streets( green, red) and when i would see a hole in the side walk or something i would look down the hole to see if i could see the elfs.
When I was little I thought that traffic lights were controlled by little men who lived underground and timed when the light needed to be changed.
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 traffic lights knew if you really wanted to go past them or not.
This is influenced by my older sister, who told me this when driving me to the mall when I was little. :]
I used to believe that at every traffic intersection where there was a stoplight, that there was a man inside of the home or building on the corner who watched the traffic all day long. He would be the one to make the stoplights work.
When I was little, around five years old, I believed that all traffic lights had cameras on them, and that people watched the cameras to decide exactly when to turn the light yellow to avoid car accidents.
When I was young, I used to think that there was an actual person inside stop lights, who would press a button to change the light
I thought that there were pods (rooms) under ever intersection. There were ladies that worked a switchboard to change the lights when they saw too many cars in line.
when I was about 4 or so, i asked my dad how the traffic lights (the red, yellow, green) could know when to change so all lanes of traffic could get a turn. he told me that midgets sat inside them and talked to each other with walkie-talkies. i believed that until i asked my first grade teacher about 2 years later how the midgets get up into the lights in the first place
I was always impressed by what a great job the workers did flipping the switches to change the lights. Their timing was impeccable! It must've taken alot of training to learn how to do that from their offices under the streets.
I spent years believing that little men lived under roads controlling the traffic lights, after I asked my Dad when I was four years old "How do they know when the cars are coming?" This belief also applied to Zebra and Pelican crossings...
when i was young i always thought that traffic lights were big lolly pops that changed colour
I used to believe that God controlled the traffic lights. He would decide when it was everybody's turn to go.
I used to think that every traffic light was controlled by one person. I imagined a fat sweaty man in a small room underneath the traffic lights turning them to red and then to green.
When the traffic lights went out I assumed the fat sweaty man had quit.
When I was about seven, I thought that cars should be equipped with very long, motorized periscopes. After going through a green light, the car would deploy the periscope and it would continuously extend behind the car, watching the light until it turned red. I guess my idea was that the car would stop for the red light, no matter how far it had traveled down the road. I'm not sure what that says about my seven-year-old desire to please the establishment.
Dad used to have me blow out the red lights. He would tell me when and sure enough - the light would turn green!