“124 lbs” is pronouced “One Hundred and Twenty Four Labels” and I don’t want to hear any more about it. OK!?!?!!
Took me two years to eat at KFC again after I heard the tale about the chicken leg that was really a rat. Didn’t believe the wormburger at McDonalds story though… fried rats are believable, but you won’t con me into thinking that McD’s puts worms in their food. 
I believed that vision came FROM the eyes… rather than light reflected INTO the eyes.
I had “eye beams” 
We lived near a dry cleaner that advertised “one day service”. Every day when we passed the cleaners I frantically read their window trying to figure out which (one) day they were open.
I grew up during the Tylenol poisoning scare. As a result I really believed I was in danger of being poisoned. It took me years to be the first person to take an aspirin or other meds from a bottle, in case it was poisoned. Also, I used to brush my teeth and rinse by drinking from the backside of the cup, figuring that someone would poison the drinking side.
Holy crap, I did the same thing and for the same reason! I’d completely forgotten until now. We had been visiting my grandma’s when the tampered Tylenol story broke on the news.
For months afterwards, I remember choosing things really carefully like when I had to get a straw out of the dispenser at McDonald’s. I have no idea why that particular news story affected me as much as it did. I rarely paid attention to the news back then.
I did stuff like that too- frankly I still kinda do that, like I always take the milk carton behind the one in front etc.
I never understood how, when I’d oversleep and my mother would tell me some of my favorite shows were already over. How could they be-the TV wasn’t on!
I also was confused why we wore shorter, lighter clothes in the summer time-shouldn’t we wear long sleeves and long pants to keep the heat out?
I thought that teachers lived at the school–slept in the back rooms of my elementary school (we had these nice big mud rooms where we put our coats and boots and the teacher kept school supplies etc.) I’m sure that the Andy Griffith Show (in reruns on channel 9 after school) had something to do with this idea (Barney slept on a cot in the back in the show).
I also thought (very young now) that when a song played on the radio, that that radio station had brought the group in to the station and they played their song. If I heard the song more than once an hour, I figured that the musicians were hanging out in the halls of the station, waiting their turn… :eek:
Ha, I can do better than that! I thought that there was a little band inside the radio itself! Obviously it would have been a bit ridiculous thinking the radio could fit a separate band for each song, so there was just one band playing all the songs, plus a couple of announcers doing all the talking and commercials and such. For some reason this only applied to radios – I don’t remember ever having a problem with television shows being broadcast remotely.
I remember learning to count out loud quite early on, but for ages I was absolutely certain that it went “twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten, twenty-eleven” and so forth. Both Mum and my sister tried to correct me but I refused to believe them. I actually seem to remember thinking that only girls say “thirty”, and being a manly man I refused to say it. I don’t think Dad tried to correct me – he probably thought the whole thing was too funny.
I also seem to remember not realising that people aged. I thought that I was put on this earth as a three-year-old kid and I was gonna stay that way forever. It was quite depressing really – all those adults can do whatever they want but I was going to spend eternity being told what to do. Actually, I suppose that’s not too far from the truth.
When I was little, we used to buy the generic (yellow label) brand white bread. My mom would always call it the generic bread when we bought it. I was just learning to read at the time and I noticed that it said “Enriched Bread” on the package.
For the longest time I thought the word pronounced “Generic” was spelled “Enriched”.
During a world records book obsessional period I decided to set the world record for chewing Juicy Fruit for the longest continuous period. I didn’t actually notify anyone about it (except maybe a couple of friends); I just set out to do it. I supposed the world records people would take my word for it. So I slept with Juicy Fruit in my mouth, and kept it in my mouth all day, even whilst eating, etc. It got in my hair a couple of times, but I persisted, adding a new stick from time to time. Eventually, other family members caught on and intervened.
Next dental checkup, I had eight cavities.
Ha! I used to pronounce it as “libs”. If they meant pounds they would have wrote it as 124 pds. right?
I did think that there were little people inside the TV, until some show showed their camera (or maybe it was the Brady Bunch when one of them freezes in front of the camera that the penny dropped for me).
I like twenty-eleven better, anyway… 
I intently watched news reports on the war in Vietnam looking for gorillas.
To this day, I maintain that dogs are masculine and cats feminine, regardless of their genders. I’m 46…
Are there 16 ozzes in a lib?
Yup I did that and went better (or worse). I was a kid at the time Evel Knievel attempted to jump the Snake River in his rocket cycle. I decided to build a Rocket Bike ™! I glued D size model rocket engines onto the back fork of my bike, 10 on a side, and then bundle the fuses together. I made a parachute from a sheet and stuffed it in my backpack (had to have a drag chute).
Got to the top of the steepest hill in the neighborhood and had my friend light the fuse. I started pedaling as fast as I could when the engines lit. I actually felt the kick!
Of course, I forgot about the fact that model rocket engines use an “ejection charge” of hot gases to push out the parachute. When they went off the backs of my legs (I was wearing shorts) were scorched.
I had enough of this so decided to put out the drag chute. I reached over my shoulder, opened the backpack and pulled out the sheet. The chute opened perfectly. But I wasn’t holding on to the handlebars and got dragged off the bike (is that why they call it a “drag Chute”?) and slammed to the road. My bike continued along without me.
I was the neighborhood hero after that. Kids would say, “Hey, wanna jump off the garage with an umbrella?” and I’d say, “OK!”
I was convinced Skylab was going to fall on our house. I remember crying because my mother wouldn’t let me sleep in the basement.
Put me in the cats are girls and dogs are boys camp.
I was too young to remember, but apparently I believed that people in movies were behind the screen talking through it. I also wondered about **Barry Lyndon ** how much did Ryan O’Neal get paid to have his leg cut off?
I thought you got arrested for the littlest things, like bumping someone else while walking down the street in the city. Or for the time I dropped my ice cream on someone’s lawn.
My parents are the same age most of the year so naturally that makes them twins.
In the little town we went to for groceries, etc., the bank was across the street from the funeral home. Whenever my mom had to do some banking, she would park in front of the funeral home, and cross the street to the bank, leaving me in the car (this is a while back, before that became a bad idea). I was always hypervigilant, ready to bolt out of the car when “they” came out of the funeral home to “get me”.
I STILL think something weighs 124 libs. I have to consciously make myself not say LIBS out loud!
On bands and the radio – I was convinced Rock Stars lived in my hometown because one time, on a bike ride outside my immediate street, I saw a band playing a song I’d heard on the radio, in a garage! And they sounded EXACTLY the same. Ergo, the band I heard on the radio must be from my very town! (As if!)
Similarly, I thought I sounded just like the Partridge Family while belting out Doesn’t Somebody Want to Be Wanted in the bathtub at night.
When I was VERY small, a couple neighbor children and I thought was could become astronauts and travel to space in a box. We tied a balloon to it. We even packed sandwiches for the journey. We were probably wearing diapers, too.