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When I was younger and I didnt eat my dinner my mother told me she was going to call the food poliece and they were going to come and take me away. She was really just calling my dad at work, and when he would answer she would say... "is this the food poliece?"... years later my mother told me that the first time she did it my dad had no idea who that it was her and thought that she was a crazy person and she just kept going with it and when he came home later that night she told him that it was her and I didnt eat my dinner and ever since then he would go along with it.
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When I was about five or six, I used to walk around the neighborhood with my mother a lot. I was always worried that some policeman might come and arrest her, because he thought that she had kidnapped me. After thinking this scary thought, I was always sure to walk around with a big smile plastered on my face to let the police know that I had not been kidnapped, but had come willingly.
I used to believe that taxis were police cars and always make sure my seatbelt was done up if one went by.
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I used to think that interpol was an international flower delivery company, although I have no idea how I came to think this, it certainly confused me when, in films, someone would be asked to check an ID with a flower delivery company.
When I was around 5, I went with my parents to downtown LA. My dad and I were waiting in the car for my mom while she was shopping at a store. We were apparently parked in a "no stopping anytime" zone (something I was unaware of at the time) and my dad ended up getting a traffic ticket. So then we just started driving in circles around the block, and I asked my dad why we couldn't just park. He said it was because he got a ticket. So I used to believe that anytime you get a ticket for any reason, you had to drive around the block a couple times.
You know those white signs that have the letters DUI crossed out and it says like "it kills, dont do it" or whatever? I always wondered why because it should be DDI and not DUI to my 6 year old logic. I always questioned what "it" was and why we cant dont do it.
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When I heard the word "Interpol" for the first time, I figured out it was some very important organization chasing criminals, but I was sure the "pol" stood for "Poland", not "police". Since I'm Polish, I was beaming "See? The bad guys in America fear OUR police!"
I once explained to my grandma what to do if a police officer pulled you over. "Get out of the car and run real fast!" I think I watched a little too much "Cops"! lol
The cops would frequently stop our car and give my dad "tickets". When I was young, I thought they were tickets to the movies or something. So when the cops pulled my dad over, I would ask my dad what show we got tickets, too.
When I was a child, I thought "prosecuted" meant "executed". I'd go exploring with my dad or brother in "no trespassing" areas with "Violators will be Prosecuted" signs around. It was terrifying for me!
When I was about four years old, I was watching the show "Cops" on T.V. My older cousin, how was about 17, told me that bad kids went to "kids jail". I had a picture in my mind that in this kids jail, kids were given lots of cool and fun toys to play with. I think I got this idea from a dream I once had. Anyways, I believed this for about two years.
I used to believe that speeding tickets were tickets to Chuckie Cheese.I always thought that the policemen would stop drivers to hand them the Chuckie Cheese tickets.
i used to belive that when a policeman pulled you up on the side of the road he was going to kidnap all the little children and send them to the Barons castle from Citty Citty Bang Bang. and we would then have to be slaves to the technicians who clean and repaired the flying car
I thought it was very cruel to 'persecute' someone for trespassing....(Trespassers will be prosecuted).
My mother told me that it was against the law to cross busy streets until you were 12. One day I asked the D.A.R.E. officer that was giving a presentation to our 5th grade class if that was true. Needless to say, I was the laughing stock of Ms. Homburge's class for that whole year.
I thought that the police would hide places, waiting to arrest me if i even yelled at my sister. I was freaked out. And once i couldnt help it and got in a fight with my sister. I got yelled at by my parents but i satyed up all night for three nights freaking out about the police finding out and me spending the rest of my life in jail. After the third sleepless night, i told my sister i was sorry and went back into my room. Out loud i said (for the police to hear) "See, i apoligized, dont put me in jail please." adn that was taht.
When I was very little, I used to notice signs on the walls in public places that said "Restrooms" with an arrow pointing to where these rooms were. I believed that restrooms were rooms where people were taken to be put under arrest and the signs were there to help the cops find the right room. Imagine my fear when I told my mom I had to pee and she said "okay, let's take you to the restroom." I was so relieved when I didn't see a single cop in there!
OK, this isn't really a belief, but when my brother's friend's brother was little, he used to practice calling 911, and one day the phone was actually ON, so he heard the person say "911, what's your emergency?" and he got scared so he gave it to his brother (my brother's friend). The dispatcher said "911 what's your emergency" again, and my brother's friend answered "I lost my green ruler,". I am still wondering why they didn't track the call.
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When I was like 2 or 3, I thought that when the cops pulled you over to give you a ticket, which I heard my mom talk about a lot, that they would actually tip your car over, right there in the road.
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When I was little I called 911 just to see what would happen. Since it wasn't for an emergency I was sure that the police would track me down and I would have to spend life in prison. I had several sleepless nights waiting for a nock at the door and the police to take me away forever.
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