traffic lights
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For a while I thought traffic lights know when people want to cross the street and they are senseing how many cars are comeing.
Then after a while I changed my mind and thought there are a man for every traffic light to control it.
i used to think that tiny little white mice with microphones and a huge desk covered in buttons controlled the streetlights, i could always picture them screaming to one another what button to press.
When I was a little girl I used to belive a little man sat above the traffic lights and decided when they should be changed. When i started driving myself I figured out that was not possible.
When I was about 4 or 5..up until i was about 7 or 8 I was always told that it was pigeons that changed the traffic lights to red amber and green. When i went out in the car with my mum or dad I'd always shout come on you stupid pigeons! if the light was red.
i used to believe that there were little people working the trafic lights, and i thought that the speakers on the tv were mikes to talk to the people on the tv!! wow! i can't believe that i thought that! my mom and dad had a good time laughing at me tho.
When I was about 7 or 8 I used to think that there were little people under the road at the traffic lights. They would choose whose turn it was to go and stop by pressing a switch, kind of like a light switch.
I used to believe that I could secretly communicate with traffic lights and that with a little cajoling, convince them to turn green. It always worked!
when i was younger i thought all traffic lights were controlled by a person sitting in a building looking out the window at each intersection
I used to believe that traffic lights were controlled by people that were kept in the telephone poles on the corners of the street.
I used to believe that a little man sat inside traffic lights and watched all the cars and decided when to change the lights. I also believed that the car automatically knew where you were going and would turn on the turn signals itself.
when i was little, i used to think that little mice lived in the traffic lights and were control of when they changed color
when i was little i belived that the traffic lights where a ufo spaceship because they changed colours quite quickly. whenever i went past a traffic light i used to close my eyes and now i look back and laught at myself.
I used to believe that there was people underground that had three buttons: One red, 1 amber and 1 green. And they pressed each one of the buttons to operate the change of the lights!! They knew when to change because the looked out of the 'Cats Eyes' (the little lights in the middle of the road at night in some places!)
I used to believe there were people underground sitting at desks who operated the traffic lights.
When I was a kid I used to think that the traffic lights were controlled underground by people in underground offices.
I used to believe that little babies were in the traffic lights controlling them. untill i was about 4. then realized that was impossible.
The meaning of colors: I learned this from my uncle jerry when i was three and i still believe it! Green means Go, Red means Stop, and Yellow means run like _ell to beat the Red. I think uncle jerry must have told alot of people!
My little sister used to belive, that little potato men controlled the stop lights. She thought that they would just push the buttons and the light would change. Whenever we stopped at a light she would wave. My parents just thought that it was nothing. One day my sister said that the potato men must be hungry, so she wanted to bring them some chips. It was only then that she realized, potato men didn't controll the stop lights
When I was about 3 or 4 yrs. old. I thought that when traffic lights would change I thought it was a burst of electric current.
I used to believe that there were very thin men who would work inside the traffic lights. I believed that they had hamburgers on their head (the pile went all the way up to the top), and I would be happy for them when they could leave, and walk again, once another man had taken his place.
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