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I used to think if you stepped into a nasty puddle of water or car fluid in a parking lot, you would be mutated like TMNT or the Toxic Avenger!
I used to believe pederstrian was a race
I used to believe that the pelican crossing got its name because when they compared the cost of building one with the cost of a zebra crossing "it had a bigger bill".
i used to think that if i walked across the street slowly when it was dark, a car would come out of nowwhere and run over me. so i would run as fast as i could across the street to whereever i was going.
When I was young my father used to tell me that if I tried hard enough, I could do anything. The guy next door hated children more than anything, and he did yardwork everyday. After hearing what my father told me I went outside and demanded that he gave me chocolate chip cookies. I tried to get him to do this for so long, that he yelled at me and went inside. No wonder he hated kids...
When I was in Pre-K, I used to believe that if you stepped on cracks inbetween tiles, you would hurt yourself. I guess that comes from the saying "Step on a crack & break yo' momma's back"
When walking to and from my nursery school, we'd pass a big red postbox every day, which I'd always say hello to.
I have no idea why
When I was little, I used to see "Hidden Driveway" signs and believe that they had been specially hidden for alert people to find, like Easter eggs or a game of Where's Waldo. So I was always very excited to see "Hidden Driveway" signs and look for the hidden driveway. After my sister informed me that the signs were just there to warn drivers about the driveways being hard to see from the road, I was pretty disappointed, and a little more magic went out of my world.
I used to believe that petrol stations were there because someone had dug for oil and found it and built the petrol station there. Then when they were closed down it was because the oil had run dry!
i used to beileve that my neighbor would spy on us so at night iwould cover up all the windows and in the day i made sure every one in my house went out side
There used to be little round signs with silhouttes of a little girl and a little boy that said WANTED ALIVE! I couldn't figure out who they were or why they were wanted.
in between certain grouping of houses
we had these greenbelt grassy spaces.
they had a bit of a dip in them - probly used to drain rain water
the 'dips' were excellent for tobagganing
but everyone was always scared to go on the 'steep' hill.
- having just recently visted the area my mind images that used to be were completely smashed as even the 'steep' hill id hardly recognize as a slant.
how we ever got speed off of those 'hills' was beyond me.
all the neighborhood kids and i would halfto pass through
the "big dip" enroute to our elementary school.
it was common knowledge to all of us kids
that these dips were leftover from medeval times
that castles used to be built up in the center of the 'dips'
and the remaining edges were the moat.
I was three years old and it was the first time I was allowed to walk alone (supervised from a distance) to my best friend Lorianne's front door (three doors down) and ask if she could come out and play. Lorianne'e horrible older sister answered the door and promptly told me to GET LOST! I ran crying all the way back to Mum, screaming BUT I DON'T WANT TO GET LOST!
I remember how terrified I was - I thought I had to do what I was told !
We are from a small small town. No big buildings, farmer/ hick town. One day, on an emergency road trip to the city, my 9 year old brother looked out of the car window and exlaimed," LOOK, BUILDINGS!!!!" That's when I decided, we needed to get out of there.
i used to think that an ambulance waz a truck with a bed in it. And u'd sleep in dere if dere waz a monster under the bed.
When my family lived in California, we had a very strange neighbor. When we moved in, I asked him what his name was. He replied, "I don't know!"
For the entire time we lived there, our next door neighbor was referred to as "Mr. I-don't-know."
There's this street near where I live called Fuqua (pronounced fyu-KWAY). My sister thought it was called FUCK-wa for the longest time.
in my neighborhood there was a road called Pain lane. i avoided that street as much as possible, every one that i knew that went down that street hurt themselfs some how. in fact one day i thought it was stupid that i even had this superstition so i went down there, i almost broke my foot on that road that day.
when I was six I believe the mail man was plotting an attempt to kidnap me. I don't know why. My mother did this to me.
When I was younger i used to believe a mill is hanted because he do a strange sound
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