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I used to believe that there were little people inside the radio that played all the music, mymum once found me trying to talk to the radio!!!
I used to believe the static noise you hear when you play around with the radio dial was actually messages from space. I would listen to it for hours on end trying to decipher the alien language.
When I heard the Shipping Forecast on the radio and they gave a weather report for Dogger (i.e. as in Dogger Bank), I thought that was the name of a dog. I once had some cut-out animals on a breakfast cereal packet, including a dog which I named “Dogger”, the name I had got off the Shipping Forecast! Another thing that used to puzzle me on the Shipping Forecast was when they say “Showers, good”. I thought, how can the weather be good if there are showers? Only when I was much older did I find out that “good” referred to visibility, not the weather!
Growing up in the 1970's, I had an olive green transitor radio and I thought there were tiny little people playing songs just for me! They knew my favorite songs..."Joy to the World" & "American Pie"!! they played them all the time.
When I was about 8, I used to think there was a little band inside radio speakers, and everything on the radio was live.
I used to look inside the speakers on the stereo to try and see the people who were singing.
When I was a very little girl - 4, 5, 6? - we had a console-style stereo. It was about 4 feet long, and 3 feet high (with six-inch spindle legs). It had radio, 8-track, and a turntable. I was convinced that a group of small people lived inside somewhere and that was how the music was made!
When i was a kid i thought that there were little tiny people inside the dashboard of your car singing and anytime you changed the radio station they had to change what they were singing
I used to believe that the songs on the radio came from little people inside the car, where the speakers are.
I used to think that when you put in a tape the little men jumped in the tape and they lived in little houses on certain parts of the tape. the same with cds I used to wonder how they could live with everything spinning.
I used to believe that there was one big man in the radio and another big man in the speaker box and that the big man in the radio would tell small little men something and they would run along the wire and tell the man in the speaker box what to say or sing.
When I was little, I thoguht that whenever there was a song playing on the radio, there were little people inside my speakers singing. Almost every day, when the radio was on, I'd stick my face up to the speakers and try to find the little people.
i opened my dads transistor radio wheni was 7 to catch that little man who lives inside.
I used to believe that very tiny people sang inside a radio. One day when my mother was away, I took out our family radio and stuffed several pieces of raw fish inside its back compartment--hoping to find out whether the little people inside the radio would finally go out of the radio--when the fish starts to rot and smell.
I use to believe that there were tiny people in the radio singing the songs. I use to sit in front of the radio "telling" the people inside that the song they just sang was either good or bad.
I used to believe that there were little people in the radio and record player playing music and talking.
I used to believe that radio stations were just playing songs from VH1 or MTV. SO if I had to leave whatever was playing on tv would be n the car too. But that was never the case because my mom always played tapes.
I used to believe that there were little men inside our car radio that would sing and talk and thats where the sound came from. I thought when you changed the station the little men just switched to a diffrent thing
When I was a little kid. I used to think that there were little people inside the radio
i used to beleive that the radio station 97.7 KISS was KIDS.
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