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When I walked home from school, I made sure I never stepped on a crack in the sidewalk. I believed in that if you step on a crack you break your mothers back.
when i was kid, i believed dynamite was something you sprayed on rocks and then they would dissapear
On sunny days, sometimes the pavement sparkles. I used to think that maybe one day I would find a real diamond in it, so I should keep looking very carefully at the sidewalk whenever I walked. My mom told me it was pretty unlikely, but I figured it was worth looking, just in case!
My older brother and I were out riding our tricycles, and a car drove by. The man in it gave us the OK sign (thumb and index finger making a circle). I asked my brother what the sign meant, and he said 'That means he's going to come back and kill us later.' I was terified!
I remember whn my dad told me that if I said "water turn on" the water would turn on for me. Now at the time I didnt know that there were foot petals to turn on the water, so one day when I decided to turn on the water without my dad there, it didnt turn on. I said, "turn on water!" But it never came on. I stood there for 10 minutes until my father's co worker saw me staring at the fountain and told my dad. He laughed so hard! I'm still a bit irritated to this day about it.
I used to believe that all houses with For Sale signs were intended for Sali, and thought Sali must be quite important to have a monopoly on all houses.
Then again, I am Welsh, and couldnt speak much English at the time!
I used to believe there was quicksand at the top of my street. I saw a movie once where a man was "swallowed" by quicksand and the hat he had been wearing was left on top. The quicksand in the movie looked like mud, so when I saw a huge muddy area up the street, I thought for sure it was quicksand!
When i was little i used t believe that when you would sell you're house to some one you had to move in to their house and they had to move into yours.
i believed for the longest time that after about 8 pm all the roads were closed (just like stores) and everyone had to be at home with their families and going to bed...
i use to believe that when walking down the side walk if i were to step on a crack i would break my mother's back
top belief!
I used to believe that fire trucks carried all the water they used to put out fires in the back of their trucks, so if they ran out of water, another fire truck would have to come.
As embarrassing as it is (i'm 19), I only found out yesterday that they connected their trucks to a water supply underground.
On our street there was a manhole with a small hole in it. We believed that the devil lived down there and every once in a while we would drop a pebble down there and listen hard to see if we could hear him howl.
On the way to my grandparents' house, there was a Les Schwab tire store. For some reason, I had myself quietly convinced that it was a French word - as in "les schwab," the plural of "le schwab." I must have been 10 or 11 by the time I figured out that it was probably just founded by a man nicknamed Les.
top belief!
I used to believe that a stranger was a man with an X on his coat
when I was little I asked my mother howcome streetlamps turned themselves on at night. She told me there was a little man inside each lamp, that could tell when it got dark and cold, so he turned the light on himself to keep him warm.
I asked my dad how the concrete mixing truck would turn by itself and he said there were people inside turning it all day.
I used to avoid walking near the storm drains by the sidewalk; I thought I would fall in and wouldn't be able to get out.
I used to believe that when people moved, a big bulldozer would physically move their house to a new neighborhood.
When I was four, my dad told me the volleyball poles stuck in the beach were put there by walruses as part of a migratory ritual every August. I totally believed him. Jerk.
There was a little restaurant three blocks away from the house I grew up in, it had the words "Bar and Grill" painted in the front window. Until around age 9, despite being quite literate, I thought that it actually read "Bar and Girl." Reflecting back, that might not have been such a horrible advertisment to attract the men!
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