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When we were about 6, my best friend and I used to think that whenever we saw a rainbow, we could make different colors appear in it by throwing different colored trash in the gutter at the end of the road. It really seemed to work...
I always thought the weatherman was saying the "wind shield" today is 15 degrees. And that was the temperature of the wind hitting your wind shield while driving. YEARS LATER I find out it's the "wind chill." OOHHHHH I get it! I still think my version makes sense.
When I was four I was into doing "rain dances" which were just a lot of jumping around and yelling. One day I put my turkey feather Indian headdress on and ran through the house whooping and shouting until I got really tired. The next day we had a massive rainstorm that caused flooding in a lot of low-lying areas around town. For the next six months I hid every time I saw a police officer because I was positive they knew I caused that flood and they were coming to get me!
I used to believe that when the sky was pink, the weather men were up in the sky checking what the weather was going to be the next day.
As a child of the desert and 70-degree Christmases, I had little experience with snow. I had seen in portrayed many times in cartoons and movies, though. A jingling bell sound always seemed to accompany it.
Therefore, I resolutely believed that snow made a "jingle, jingle, jingle" sound as it fell. When it miraculously snowed one day when I was in first grade, I was rather disappointed to learn that this wasn't true...
I used to think that the numbers next to the cities on the weather map we codes which described a particular weather configuration. It took me a while to realise it was actually just the temperature. I over complicated some things as a child...
I thought that if you walk outside and you see your breathe then that means your brethe smells and I would go inside and brush them.
When I was growing up in Hawaii I had never seen snow -- except in picture books about snowy days and folded paper cutouts of snowflakes in school. As a result I was convinced that snowflakes were each as big as your hand, and that kids on the mainand spent all their time comparing them to see if any two were ever exactly alike.
i used to believe clouds were actually made out of cotton candies and vanilla ice-cream.
I used to believe that it rained everywhere at the same time. (I came from a small country, it was mostly true.) I don't remember how I explained the fact that we never got snow.
I was brought up in England near a golf course which had a stream running through it, into which I fell one day, and it was very cold. When I was about 4 my mother told me that the "golf" stream kept England warm which I could not credit as it was so small and so cold. Not for years did i realise that she had said the "gulf" stream.
I grew in the Santa Cruz mountains of California. From our house I could see the sunset into the pacific every evening. Often it would be foggy in the mornings. I used to believe that the sun was going into the ocean and turning the water into steam, hence the fog.
I used to believe that when it would be raining the white clouds lost to the dark clouds.
When i was about 2 years old and i went shoppping with my mom,in the parking lot it would always be really windy, and i thought that the wind would blow away my hair, so i was terrified and i always would hold my hair on my head.
When i was little i used to think that the smoke coming from the mills smokestacks made the weather. Like they programmed the weather for the day and made it whatever they felt like.
When I was really small (about four), I asked my mum how the clouds stayed up in the sky. She told me that they were all hung up there on giant sky-hooks. I accepted this, in the trusting way that small children accept anything their parents say. The sad thing was that for years and years afterwards, it never occured to me to believe anything different! I suppose If I had actually taken the time to stop and think about it...?!
When I was young, I used to watch jumbo jets flying over our house, high in the sky. When the steam from the engines came spraying out the back of the planes, I thought that that is what created clouds and I always ran to my mom and told her that it was going to rain later.
one day in first grade the teacher was telling us about weather baloons. i asked how the the baloon let us know what weather was up there and she explained that the ballon had instruments in it. That baffled me for quite some time... i assumed that the ballon had musical instruments such as a drum, trumpet, guitar etc... and somehow a specific weather condition would make the instruments play different tunes. i wondered if the scientist had to hear the tune while it was still high in the air or if when they brought it back down, it was still playing the tune.
i now have a degree in climatology and am working in the insurance business... go figure!
When I was a child, I thought that when it rained, God had stationed one angel to each large bucket of water. On the count of three, he gave them the go-ahead to turn them over all at the same time.
I once thought then when it rained God was crying and when it snowed he was scratching dry skin.
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