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I used to think that when the weather man was talking about the "windchill" he was saying 'windshield" I believed that the cold weather had something to do with the cars windshield.
I thought that rain meant God was crying. When it was sunny it was because He was happy and when it was snowing it was because He wanted to decorate the world.
When I was small I sat on the front door step one day and thought about how rain happened. I decided that God must have a row of taps in Heaven, which he turned on and off at will, and was thoroughly satisfied with my theory.
When I was young, I thought that the smoke that jets leave behind them was how clouds were formed.
once i asked my uncle what clouds were made of. i always asked him because i thought he was the most intelligent. up until a 2nd grade hiking trip i believed that clouds were made of cotton candy. imagine my dissappointment when i got to the top and couldn't eat the cloud.
I used to believe that at night, the weather slept at night. That was the only thing that got me to sleep because I was around 5 at the time and I was scared of thunderstorms at that age. I learned the truth when a thunderstorm came at night. I asked my mom why the thunderstorm was up late at night. He he.
I used to believe that where the sun peeks out from the clouds was where heaven was found.
When I was about 5 or so, I used to believe that when it was raining it was God who would be bathing and the water would be running down the drains which was the clouds. Even up to now I can't figure out where I got that idea.
I used 2 believe dat when it was raining, God would be up there peeing..So whenever there was a heavy rain,in the past,i would be thinkin "God sure has 1 huge bladder.."
my dad told me that when it rained god had a leak in his faucet so my dead grandpa would fix it because he was a plumber.
When I was little I used to believe that rain was invisible and that only certain people could see it. I thought I was so special and was upset when I told my mum I could see rain but didn't get much of a reaction lol
When I was outside playing and the sun would seem to go behind the clouds, I used to think that the sun's mommy was calling him inside to get a drink of water because it was so hot outside. And when it reappeared, it came back out to play.
I used to believe that thunder was God moving his furniture; rain was God taking a shower; and lightning was God switching his lights on and off.
I used to believe that you could tell if a tornado was coming because the wind would blow really hard, but the trees wouldn't move. I was never concerned about a tornado coming because the trees were always swaying.
When I was 5 years old I used to believe that the clouds in the sky are fixed and the movement of the earth, cause that we feel they moved
When the oil stains on the roads are washed away by the rain, they look all very colourful, rainbow like. I used to believe, back in 1969, that they were the product of the rain washing the moon...
I used to believe that rainbows followed me around. Whenever I saw a rainbow in the sky, I would walk with it and "take it to my friend's house so she could see it"... I'd actually walk around talking to it and guiding it. LOL!
I used to believe that the top of the clouds looked exactly the way it did on the Care Bears Cartoon and if you looked at the clouds you could see a care bear peeking over the sides
I thought snow had diamonds in it because it sparkles when the sun hits it.
In the 70's there was lots of talk about the ice age on TV. Of course I assumed it was going to happen in my lifetime and was worried about it. I imagined we would all have to live in massive submarines in the water under the ice. I figured each submarine would be it's own country.
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