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I believed that the gap between the double yellow lines in the road was a special lane for motorcycles.
when i was little i used to think that the cats eyes in the rad were actually real cats eyes!Anad that the cats were stuck to the road poking their eyes through , and people used to come and feed the cats once i a while!
I used to think that the handy-cap parking spaces in parking lots were for reserved for people who were only going into the building to use the bathroom, since the pictures looked like someone sitting on a toilet. I figured that the parking spaces were so close the the doors so that people could get to the bathroom faster.
when i was little i used to belive that the queen lived in my towns town hall, i would always look up to the windows and wave to see if she would wave back
When I was a toddler, I remember a TV information film about road safety which was about the Green Cross Code man, who magically appeared to help you cross the road safely. At first I thought he actually existed and he would appear if you tried to cross the road carelessly. But I soon realised that the Green Cross Coad was Stop, Look, Listen and Think.
When I was a little girl living in Brazil, my cousin, who was around my age, would tell me that if you threw a coin in the sewer a doll would come up, like a vending machine or something. Go figure.
I used to believe that the steam rising from sewers during the cold winter months was caused by dragons playing poker and smoking cigars while doing so. Why? My brother told me this was the case when I asked about the "smoke". He later caught me staring down into a sewer grate on our block trying to spot the reptilian gamblers puffing away.
I used to believe that if there were men doing roadworks outside my house, I couldn't go outside or they would put me in the manhole and put the cover back on and leave me there, and that this was something they routinely did.
I used to believe that the garbage man was a homeless person who would collect trash to sort through it for food. I would sneak parts of my meals into the trashcan for him to find.
I used to think that posh mansions and stately homes were just random houses in the middle of nowhere that nobody actually lived in!
I firmly believed that gas stations pumped gas right out of the ground. And my proof was the fact that there were intersections w/ 2-3 gas stations--clearly that's where the gasoline was!
that my neighbors house across the street had a "magic" attic. My buddy said his house was so tall (it was huge) that it was far enough away from the earth that there was no gravity and you could float around up there. I was 4 when he told me this, and I begged him every time I saw him to take me there until I was 5 1/2 and we moved.
I used to believe that the "no outlet" sign on roads was a warning to people driving electric cars.
I used to believe that all Street-Lamps were turned off at Midnight.
when i was younger i used to believe that oil and petrol patches on the floor were dead rainbows.i used cry whenever i saw one.
when i was little i used to believe that garbage trucks ate the trash and i was scared that if the trash guys seen me they would feed me to the truck
i used to believe that scaffolding was used to support buildings when they were having work on them.
When I was like six, I thought there were homeless people at the dump so I used to make whole sandwiches and put them in the garbage for the people to eat.
i always thought the "caution children playing" signs in our city's neighborhoods meant that the CHILDREN were very cautious about playing there. i always figured there was something bad about the neighborhood if the children were so cautious.
When I was young I thought the oil company called Esso was actually 3SSO, because the font used for the E looked like a 3 backwards. I didn't recognise it as an E until it was pointed out to me that it was not a 3. I must be dyslexic or something.
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