cars

This was our son when he was about 4 years old. We were out for a drive and Bruce started crying and we asked him why. He said through tears that we were running out of gas. We asked him why he thought that. He said well, the gas gage read F and that ment finished. We asked him, well then what did E meen and he informed us that it ment enough.

Nancy

I use to believe the sound that a car made when it was running low on gas was what they called horse power...

Bianca

I used to believe that the reflective squares that you see in the middle of the road at night weren't reflective, but that there were people payed to stand down there and shine flashlights up through square holes in the road. I also thought another one of their jobs was to sit at intersections and watch what was going on above them via what i thought were cameras, but are actually the white flashing lights that flash when an emergency vehicle is coming. They would change the lights from red to green, and if they were having a good day, they would turn on the pedestrian light.

Grant

when i was a smaal boy, i used to think that the road had two lanes: one for people heading somewhere, and one for people going home. i'm still not sure i was wrong (philosophicly speaking)

ziggi

I used to believe that the cars were always in a race and I always was looking for the first place and also I told my father that he have to speed up if he wants to win.

Paola Martínez Mercado

I thought it was illegal to own a minivan if you lived in Arizona. I have no idea how I thought that.

Julia

When I was little I never liked to wear a seatbelt, so I would ride on the floorboard of the car. I would lay there and I thought that the sun was blinking, when really it was the car passing tall trees making the sun flash. I thought this for a while until I stood and stared at the sun for a while one day.

Andrea

When I was very young my mother and I would often take a back road to go home. My mom called this "the invisible road" because when we drove on it we became invisible. To prove her point she would tell me to watch as other cars went by. The people in the cars would not look at us. Why? Because we were invisible of course!
To this day when I go home to visit I will often go miles out of my way to drive on the "invisible road".

Joel Harz

When I was little I always had to know where we were going, my dad always used to say,"wherever the car takes us.." as a result, I used to believe the car had auto-pilot capabilites and that the way the car stopped at the red light was that a transparent shield came down and stopped the car softly...when the shield was gone the car would automatically continue it's journey.

Dee Mac

When I was a little girl my dad always drove a Pontiac, and the headlight dimmer switch was on the floor where we could'nt see it. The indicator light on the dash was shaped like an Indian Head and lit up when the bright lights were on. When we met a car our dad would dim the lights with his foot but he always told us the Indian saw the oncoming car and dimmed the lights for him. Later when we bought a new car it did'nt have an Indian head. My sister and I were really worried that the oncoming traffic would be blinded by our bright lights.Boy were we gullible!

Sheli

I used to believe that cars were pushed along by the exhaust... And that the engine sucked air in to go in reverse... Then, the more exhaust pipes a car had the faster it went. This thought true cause on the tail pipes that pointed towards the ground, when it was cold, it looked like it pushed the car!

Anon

When we'd drive in our car and I saw signs that said "Speed limit enforced by radar" I had never seen a police radar gun, so I thought it meant there were people hunched over big round radar screens somehow watching you drive.

steve

When I was same I used to think that the Emergency Brake on a car made the cops and ambulances come when u pulled it!

Kimmi

I used to think that those eighteen-wheelers never had drivers. They were just cruising along on their own, like robots or something. Imagine my surprise when I happened to look up one day from my car-seat to see a man sitting behind the wheel of one of those big, robot trucks. I still amuse myself thinking about it to this day.

Anon

when I was little my older brother used to tell me that if I touched the handbrake release button in my dad's car, then I would fly out of the roof à la James Bond! I believed him until I passed my driving test and it certainly stopped me from ever releasing the handbrake when I was little!

Claire

While driving down the road with my father, I pointed to the taillights of the car in front of us and asked, "Where do red lights come from?" He answered, "From other lights." Clearly he meant that the bulb wasn't red, but in fact a clear bulb, so what I was seeing as a red light was actually a clear bulb. But the way I interpreted it, I thought lights on cars got their energy from other lights, which explained the purpose of street lamps. They were the energy source that powered the car lights. Of course, I began to fear driving down any road that didn't have street lamps. I was grateful for the porch lights that kept powered up.

Ochen

when my dad was parking the car, in asked him why he had to jiggle the car around so much. he said that otherwise the car would blow up. everyday i was in the car when we were parking, i used to say "don't forget to jiggle the car about". they thought i was insane! LOL!

mary ash

I used to live at the top of a very steep hill, and when we drove up it in the car i used to believe that pushing on the back of the seat in front would help the car get up the hill!

Anna

A friend of mine actually believed this story that her dad told her. They were driving one day and she asked her dad what the bumps were in the middle of the road (road reflectors). He told her that it was brail so that blind people can drive.

J-Golds

when I was a small child, I would while away long car journeys on rainy days by wondering what made the windscreen wipers move.
When I was about 5 or 6, it suddenly occurred to me that of course it was a ghost was sitting on the bonnet, + as my parents didn't seem concerned, it must have been a freind of theirs when it was alive.
This thought terrified me so much that I had to close my eyes every time the wipers moved.

Nin