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I am sure my four year old son belives that the only reason I go off to work is to get the newspaper home.
After watching snow white and the seven dwarves (Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it’s off to work we go…), my sister, aged 2-3, developed some strange ideas about my father, who was a teacher at the time. Each day mom dropped him off at the school and he walked in with a briefcase. In my sister’s mind, he walked in to the school and produced a screw-together pick from his briefcase and started mining. That’s what “work” was, according to Disney and according to my sister.
When I was little, I was told about water cleaning places from some learning program, but not taught all that much... I thought that people would go and sit in an office-like room filled with water, and they would get out scrubbing brushes and scrub the water clean.
i used to believe that pirates were real. And when i was younger i wanted to be one because you have loads of advebtures and you get to see the world. I still like to think that! lol
I used to believe that my best friend's dad was a secret agent for the CIA. He was actually an unemployed alcoholic.
I used to think that adults had paid money to get a job and when got paid they were being paid back - so they had to work a certain amount of time to be paid back the full amount that they paid for the job.
When I was 9 or 10 I heard a word "prostitute". I asked my dad what it meant anh he told me "It's a woman, wearing nice dresses who goes dancing with all men who want it". So I tolm him: "I would like to be a prostitute". Later I became a teacher
When I was younger I believed that everyone enjoyed summer vacation in June, July and August. My mother was a teacher, and my dad worked for an outo company so he had the first two weeks of July off and used all of his vacation time in those summer months. We had a summer cottage and everyone around us was always there for those three months too. It was a sad, sad day when I was about 12 whe I realized that most everyone I knew was a teacher, an auto worker, stay-at home parent, or retired (I had a skewed version of age when I was younger and didn't correllate family friends with time off as being old enough to retire). And it makes sense that when I saw other family members of family friends, it was when they were on vacation too. When the realization struck and I exclaimed to my mom, "I'm going to have to work in the summer!?!?!" she asked me where I thought the people who worked at restraunts and stores came from if I believed that everyone had the summer off. I had staunchly believed that they were students who wanted spending money and retirees who needed something to do with their time. Sometimes when the weather gets warm and Memorial Day approaches I still get giddy at the idea of spending a few months at the lake. Then reality sets back in.
I guess i never understood as a child why people went to work. I always wonderd why adults did this and never could figure it out.
When I was little and grown-ups asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I would always reply "I want to work in a toll booth." Probably because of the slight embarrassment, my parents finally asked me why I wanted to work in a toll booth. "Because they're rich!" I replied. I thought they kept all the toll money.
being a pilot was my ambition when i was a kid and that time i was learning letters and words. jessy aunty told me if i write the word pilot many times i would become a pilot.
when I was little, in preschool I think. we started learning about safty (look both ways, don't talk to strangers ect.). for some reason, I though that saftey was a guy that ran around punishing people who were unsafe.
When I was little my sister told me that you could only be a waiter if you had a special bone in your wrist so you could carry extra plates!
One day my dad came home and said he had "fired" someone. I thought he had fired a gun at him and shot him!
I used to think that whatever you wanted to do as a job when you got older, that is what you would do. You just had to choose. I didn't factor in doing well in school and all that stuff.
When I was born, my father used to work for a company called Durham China, which made china tea sets etc. As a child, adults used to talk about 'the China Factory' (i.e. the place my Dad worked.) I assumed this was a factory full of Chinese people, making Chinese lanterns, pagodas, etc. It wasn't until a few years back when my Mum died and she still had a Durham China tea set, that my memory was reawakened and it finally dawned on me just what 'the China factory' had really made.
I used to think that the word mailman came from the fact that the mailman was a male. I don't really know why.
When I was around four, I used to think that my doctor lived at the doctor's office. Then one day she mentioned something about going home, and I said, "But don't you live here?" She and my mother got a laugh out of it..
I must have been about seven or eight, and my little brother maybe four, when Uncle Ken came to stay with us for a couple of weeks, all the way from Australia. He wasn't a real uncle, just a friend of my dad's, but we'd never met anyone from Australia before. Naturally we wanted to know what his life was like.
He told us in all seriousness that he was an alternative kangaroo tamer. He would calm the spirits of rowdy kangaroos by playing them Rolf Harris records to hypnotise them. The kangaroos would bounce up and down in time to the beat until they fell into a sleepy trance.
I must have been twelve when it clicked that bouncing up and down did not lead to a hypnotic trance. Naturally it took another couple of years for me to be sure he'd been having us on.
When I was young, I would always believe that when my dad went to work. He would just turn this great big wheel ( like a ships wheel ) with his bare hands. That's what he did all day.
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