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When my cousin was younger, we taught her to be polite and wave and say hi to people that said hi to her. So when she looked out the window and saw trees swaying.. she waved at them because she thought they were waving at her!
My yard used to be filled w/ long grass. My best friend at the time and I thought that this grass was wheat. Once we even tried to make bread by taking the grass, mixing it with water and leaving it to "bake" in the sun
When I was a kid I used to think that if a cactus stuck me that I would pop like a balloon. I even had dreams about it.
When i was little, we took a trip to the desert, and my grandma told me that while we werent watching, the cacti would move and dance. my sister and i would look away from the car window, then back really quickly to try to catch them. we never did though
i used to believe that if i planted some sesemi seeds form a burger i would actualy grow bread!
In elementary school, there was this tree that on one side looked like the backside of a woman. I tried to sneak into my school at night once because I thought that a naked lady would step out of the tree.
My sister used to beleive that Christmas trees grew in rows naturally because she never saw them being planted.
As a kid in New York State we had a modest garden and a grape vine but no vine fruits that need a hot summer. So I grew up imagining what a tough, monster, tangled, Herculean vine watermelons hung from.
I was about 4, and my family had just planted some seeds to make a small garden behind our house. My cousin of the same age explained one day that if we poured all of a nearby jug of gasoline onto the garden, all of the plants would turn out to be gigantic. We did just that, and later my parents were pretty confused when NOTHING sprouted from our garden.
Down the road from my home is a ditch with cattails growing in it. Growing up, I was convinced that this was a small hot dog farm. At the time this made perfect sense, as we lived in a farming community.
I missed one day of 4th grade - the day the teacher explained to us that a hydroelectric plant was a factory that pumps water, not an actual green leafy plant. They had been showing us how plants pump water up their stems... seemed reasonable to me....
When I was really little I was walking through my grandparents apple orchard and an apple fell right on my head. I'd seen the Wizard of Oz days before, so I was convinced that one of the trees had thrown it at me. I still steer clear of apple trees, and I'm 21 years old.
I thought that pears were squashed appples.
Once when I was staying with my Grandparents I came in after running into some bull nettle (which is similar to poison ivy but a harry plant on the ground) and my Grandmother told me to "piss on it" and it was the only way it would stop itching. I thought she meant pee on the plant, but luckily I didn't. i was afraid I'd get it on my butt
That cress was really just another name for clover, and for years I would happily tell people I had no desire to eat grass.
my babysitter had lots of potted plants with fuzzy leaves which were irresistable to my grubby little fingers. she told me that rubbing the fuzzy leaves would give me cancer. i don't touch fuzzy leaves anymore.
when i was very young,some boys told me while digging in the dirt,that the roots were the fingers of the devil and not to let themget a hold of you ,so i'd cope at them with a stick.
When we were very young, me and some other girls from my building used to believe that popsicles grew on trees. So, after a summer afternoon, we would go to the garden and plant all the wooden sticks in the dirt so next year we wouldn`t have to buy more. And we would also plant watermellon seeds in small pots. It never grew, unfortunely.
My brother, Myles Kidd , had a mad childhood belief that if you touched lichen, it made your skin peel off!?!
He got really upset if he saw the stuff.
As a very small child I believed that in order for the trees to grow they needed to be fed. When my father realised his chicken feed was diappearing he watched me closely. He found me taking the food in a bucket and spreading it around the trees in the bush.
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