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One day, as my Mom and I were driving in the car, I asked my Mom what the space above the glove compartment was for. She told me that it was an air bag. I asked what it was and how it worked. She told me it was to protect you when someone hits you. I reached over and punched her in the arm. Of fear of being punched again, my Mom quickly specified that another car has to hit our car. I was a little disappointed that I never got to see what an air bag looked like!
Upon watching "The Dukes of Hazzard" I believed that there must be a button in all vehicles that would cause them to jump wildly through the air "YeeeHaaw". When I asked my mom where this button was on our ugly red paneled station wagon, she had to pull over she was laughing so hard:)
Whenever I was little, I used to be afraid to open the window in the car because I was afraid of my mind blowing away.
I used to believe that there were little mice in the door of a car that rolled the window up and down. When I traveled in my grandparent's car and they had manual windows, i thought that the mice were tired so we had to do it ourselves. I believe it was either my dad or grandpa that told me this.
i used to think cars with white light drove on one side of the road and cras with red light drove on the other. Until i asked my dad about it while we where in the car and he told me to look behind us....
My dad used to tell me that Carl Lewis could run as fast as a car. Therefore I used to believe, that if I placed myself next to a car that was about to start, and was able to catch up with it while it accelerated, I could be the next Olympic champion.
For some reason I thought any 4X4 vehicle would pull a wheelie when switched into 2 wheel drive.
My mom always told us when we were little, the car wouldn't start unless we were buckled up. So, for the longest time I thought this was true. The first time I had a date when a boy picked up (I was 15) I looked at him in utter astonshiment that his truck would start without being buckled up. Needless to say there were not too many dates to follow.
I used to believe that God was the one playing "cars" with our cars. Sounds weird hey?
I used to believe that at stop lights, cars talked to one another and just rested. I imagined them as out of breath and spreading gossip about the other cars and discussing the traffic up the road.
I eventually asked my mother if that's what the stop lights were for. She laughed.
When I was little, my mom told me, "This car won't move until you buckle the seatbelt." I thought the car literally wouldn't move, like there was a hardware interlock in place or something.
I used to believe that my parents were very slow drivers because all oncoming vehicles appeared to be going much faster.
I used to think that a carpool was an el camino with water in the back that you could sit in and relax while you were driven around.
When I was little I used to believe George Washington (yes, the first president of the United States) was standing in the middle of the highway directing cars where to go, and that traffic was caused by him messing up. In my young visual of this he was wearing his military suit with a white wig, holding a flag.
I thought carpool lanes were for cars...with pools. Could NOT understand how the water didn't slosh out. I definitely pictured the cars as limos.
I used to believe that carpooling was actually a pool filled with oil and cars would go in it. I don't know why I thought that, and what the purpose of the car pool was. I even wrote a story about it in second grade.
My dad used to tell me the moon liked me and followed me. I believed him because I would always see it in the sky when we were driving about in the car at night. I caught on though, when I was about nine when I said "If the moon likes me so much why does it seem to have an unhappy face?"
When I was in the back of a car one rainy day, one of my mother's friends remarked that the windshield wipers were hypnotizing. I had always wanted to know what it felt like to be hypnotized, so I would stare at the windshield wipers in every car I got into. Never worked. Every once in a while, I catch myself still doing it.
I and all the kids in my family used to believe that you had to pick your feet up when driving over a bridge or they would get wet. We would also duck down when we passed an old abandoned shack so that the ghosts that lived there would not haunt us later.
I used to believe that one day the freeway across from my house would fill up with water if it rained to hard, and some of the cars would float on top, and some of them would ride on the bottom with their lights on (naturally, the people inside would breathe from the air conditioner vents.)
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