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I used to believe that if you touched the cigarette lighter in a car, the car would instantly burst into flames.
When I was little, my dad had a truck with two gas tanks. He used to tell us that the button to switch from one tank to the other was a blow up button. I believed him until I was 12.
When I was a child I compared cars with us and now that I am older I see that if there is some truth to that, what I liked the most was that I imagined a face for each model of car that I saw
I used to get car sick alot and dad once told me that the black piece of rubber that dragged on the road was made to stop kids from getting car sick. I was never sick again, and now know that the rubber is to stop getting small electric shocks off the car
I used to believe that pizza delivery cars/trucks were manufactured with that little light-up pyramid on top of the car advertising the restaurant. They would simply order the number of cars they wanted from the pizza-delivery car company.
To explain the diversity of the vehicles, I had reasoned that they must make so many red Fords for Pizza Hut, so many green Toyotas for Domino's, and so on.
I was just a little kid when my parents bought their first new car and it had cruise control. My mom took the car out the highway one day and told me to watch as she set the car in cruise control. I watched and saw the pedal move by itself and at the same time she took her hands off the steering wheel for a secord or two. That was all I needed to believe that cruise control was the setting that made the car drive itself like the cars I'd seen in tv shows. Although I could never really understand how it worked I secretly believed it to be true. It wasn't until I was 15 yrs old and saw my boyfriend drive with cruise control that it suddenly became clear to me! Gosh, I was gullible back then!
When I was out playing with my friend, and we heard a really loud car go by, I'd yell, "Get a muffler!" And then a friend of mine was talking to my mom, and asked her if she would rather have a Mustang or a Muffler. Sheþ=“Öught Muffler was a type of car!
When I was little, my cousin and I made a car to drive to disneyland. the wheels were made of rocks, the keys were leaves and we were disapointed when it didn't work. It took us three days!!
i told my brother when he was little that the little buttons thins on the seat belt that kept the actually clip from falling where air bags. lol he believed it for years
I thought that everyone must keep the steering wheel moving a little left to a bit right stoplessly while driving a car or the car will go in crooked way. I always see my mom doing that and in some cartoons and tv shows.
i used to believe when people first bought cars that they didnt drive it they just picked it and walked home with and that people had only one birhtday in their entire lives.
i thoght that my parents car talked to me , when my parents sent that car to the dump i creid and had a going away pary for the car.
When i waz about 4 years old. every sunday we would go out and visit my grandparents w/ my other cuzins. on the way there my dad was picking on me and saying that the steering wheel was locking up and told me we were going to crash and i kept on kicking and screaming bloody murder! LOL
When I was five, I used to believe that the cars that pulled into my Grandmother's drive-way were going to drive into the yard and hit me. Lol I was dum.
When riding in the car at night, when I was little, I would look out and see the moon and watch it. I was convinced it was following us.
That cars drove themselves, and they were just for decoration.
When I was seven, I used to believe the flying car
at first i didnt know how people kill birds so my friend told me that cars fly high in the sky and then the diver picks up his gun and shot the bird down so i believed him
i used to believe that when i was riding in the car to my grandmas house or wherever we happened to be going that day, that it was a race. i always would think that since my mom never liked to go fast that we had the the worst car in the race, and on our right, there'd be like a corvette that would just zoom off, and on the left would be like an suv that would crush our car and put us out of the race
I used to believe that cars were super intelligent and always knew which way my parents were going to turn and set the blinkers on the correct side for them.
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