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I used to love to walk with one foot on the curb and one foot in the gutter. My father told me when I was very young to be careful not to get arrested for jaywalking, but as a kid I still did it, thinking myself to be a rebel. I believed that "jaywalking" was walking that way until COLLEGE when I said something to my new college pals who were doing that in the streets of Washington DC and they laughed hysterically... I was mortified.
There was an auto crash-test exhibition at the mall for several weeks. The focal point of the display was a machine with "THE SLAMMER!" written boldly on the side of a carnival-ride car that sat atop a tall track. This track ran down about 20 feet, diagonally, directly into a metal wall. There were seatbelts in the car, so that dummies could be placed inside to demonstrate the force of a collision.
After seeing THE SLAMMER, I assumed that when people went to jail (a.k.a. the slammer) they were forced to ride in this machine day in and day out.
Most people are comforted by night lights, right? I used to be very terrified by nightmares when I was young, so my mother installed a night light by the side of my head.
At first, it comforted me. Somehow, though, I became convinced that an evil, female criminal lived inside of the night light. So whenever I slept, I would turn away from the night light, because I didn't want to provoke her.
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I used to think that the ages on game boxes was legally how old you had to be to play that game. Whenever my family was playing a game with someone was playing who wasn't old enough and I heard sirens I just knew that the police were coming to arrest us all.
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When I was little my friend moved away and gave me her shovel. I somehow got it into my head that I had stolen it and cryed for an hour because I thought I'd go to jail.
And my lovely brother told me I probably would.
When I was little, I beieved that Horace and Jasper from the animated 101 Dalmations movie were going to climb in my second-floor bedroom window and kidnap me (It didn't help anything that my bed was right up against the windows).
well it all started one day when my family went to Applebee's to eat .. and as most kids do i got a balloon when i was done eating. -later on that night- i had bunkbeds and i was getting ready for bed..i slept on the bottem(no one slept on top)so i went to bed .. i rarely wake up in the iddle of the night but that night i did and i was gonna get out of bed for something and as i was going to the edge of my bed i looked up and i was this big dark figure thing on the top bunk i was so scared i thought some crazy murder monster guy was on my top bunk and was going to kill me. so i screemed for my life i really though i was going to die. then in came my dad and turned on the light .. i found out the the crazy murder monster guy that was going to kill my was just the balloon i had gotten earler .. needless to say i got a new bed to i didn't have to think someone was one the top of it and going to kill me
When I was little I was very afraid of a murderer coming into my house to cut my head off. I thought knives couldn't cut through fabric, so I always held the covers up to my chin so I wouldn't get my head cut off.
I thought that "Don't drink and drive" meant you shouldn't drink anything and then drive (not just alcohol). I was on the bus and saw my busdriver drinking a pop. When she started the bus up to drive I told her, "I don't think you are supposed to drink and drive." She laughed and told me that pop was okay.
i use to believe that a killer would be at the bottom of the steps every time i would go up
When I was a kid, I was a bit confused about the word 'prosecuted' and consequently thought that prostitutes were all people who had been caught trespassing. You know, "Trespassers will be Prosecuted."
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When i was a little girl, my mom worked nights at the hospital. I was always afraid of robbers breaking into my house at night. So, whenever it rained, I always felt safe, because what robber would be so stupid to steal stuff when it was raining? As soon as they would take it outside, the stuff would get wet and then they wouldn't be able to sell it....to this day, I still feel a little bit safer when it rains.
When I was little, the whole "Don't Drink and Drive" campaign was so wide-spread that I remember yelling at my Dad in a McDonald's drive-thru for getting a Coke to drink before we hit the road. "Don't you know you're not supposed to drink and drive, Dad?!?!?" He laughed forever about that.
My parents used to use the phrase "naked as a jaybird". So when I first heard 'jay-walking' I thought they meant someone was walking down the street naked.
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I used to believe that people with beards were murderers. I thought that my dad was one of them, but he shaved his beard every morning, so that no-one would know the truth.
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I used to believe that jaywalking was walking around naked. I think it had something to do with the phrase "naked as a jaybird."
I used to believe that if you tried to buy something and then at the counter realised that you didn't have enough money you could go to jail.
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For a few years i believed that there was a large man whos goal it was to make it to my house and capture me and that he would spend as much time on this as necessary. I believed that he could only make progress while i myself was walking or running(i.e. he could take steps only when i did). So this being the case i ran as fast as possible everywhere, especially in my garage where i believed the danger was greatly increased. He never made it, i think he knew i was onto him.
When I was around seven, I used to believe that a mad-axe murderer would come into my room at night, and that if I put my entire body under the covers and stared at the wall, he wouldn't notice me.
When i was younger somebody in primary school told me that their sister had been kidnapped in the night from her bed and all that they left in the bed was a brown paper bag with a face on it.I believed this untill i was about ten and would never sleep with the window open incase anybody climbed in,
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