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When I was younger, I believed that "Forsythia" bushes were "For Cynthia" bushes, so I naturally took to them as a favorite flower.
I thought that pears were squashed appples.
When I was 2, I thought popsicle grew on trees.
I don't know what made me believe this, nor can I even remember believing it. My dad told me I did.
For months I had been talking about popsicle trees. Then when Easter came around, I wanted one. Easter came, and no popsicle tree.
I cried and cried and cried.
I used to believe that popcorn kernals were the seeds of popcorn trees. I tried to plant them once.
I used to believe that tomatoes came from trees. I discovered that this was false quite late :S
By the way, I seem to remember that I thought the same about watermelons... heheh...
We had a tree near our house when I was little, and I was scared of it. I called it the Sorry Tree. I even had a dream that it smashed up our house once.
someone once told me that if you picked dandelions you would wet the bed.
that same person also said if you pick butter cups and put them under your chin and reflected yellow that you liked butter.
I used to believe that flowerbeds were beds for flowers.
I used to believe that Indians (Native-Americans) used to pick blades of grass and chew on the bottom white-ish part for milk!
I used to believe that you could get to wonderland by standing behind a big tree...
I was convinced that paper could only be made out of Birch trees (because they had white bark).
In my house we've always had a fig tree in our living room and when i was about 5 i noticed that if you pulled off a leaf or twig, a white liquid came out. After seeing me rip a few leaves off the tree to watch it 'bleed', my mother told me that if i touched the white stuff i would be poisoned and shrivel up like a prune. Seeing that my hands were covered in the stuff i instantly burst into tears, imagining myself slowly drying up into a human raisin and how i wouldnt live to see another day of kindergarden. Thankfully i survived, but i was convinced from then on that if i so much as came in contact with the fig tree again i would surely become a prune!
My mum used to say to me "I wish i had a money tree" so i buried a $2 coin in the ground, watered it and waited for it to grow...It never did.
I used to belive that if I steed on Fertilizer i would grow another head.
I used to believe that when you step over a fallen leaf and it crunched you could ask a wish that would come true.
When I was small I my Mom told me that if I put a bit from a Pussy Willow tree into my ear.. one would grow out of it. When my neighbor cut down his tree, I pushed one far into each ear, in order to perserve my favorite neighborhood tree. Those poor nurses had to fight tooth and nail to get them out.. I wasn't letting them kill my trees!
This is actually my dad's belief. My grandma has always kept a garden and when my dad was little, he thought that the hibiscus flowers were actually called hot biscuits!
I once wanted to plant a garden, and I thought that all I had to do, was pick flowers off the bushes outside our apartments (I wanted a garden of these flowers) and stick their stems in the ground and water them and they'd grow. Our upstairs neighbors passed by and asked what I was doing, I said planting flowers and asked them to tell me if they saw them growing.
I used to really believe that if you blew all of the seeds off of a dandelion in one breath that you could have any wish you wanted. I figured out that it wasnt true when I destroyed every dandelion in our yard wishing that my grandpa would come back to life. :( Obvously I didn't get my wish. Stupid dandelions.
I used to think that the flower, called bugenveilia (i dont know how to spell it, but it is spelt really weird.), i always thought that it was booger vanilla, and now i can not call it by the real name, it sounds too weird.
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