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when i was younger i used to think that when the snow was on the ground that that is what made it cold and i always would hope that the snow would melt so it would be summer again
I used to believe that smoke stacks that pumped out white smoke were cloud makers.
I used to believe that you would get a break from breathing when you slept and the reason our parents were always hurrying us to bed at night would be so that we were asleep when they changed the air in the world ready for the next day.
I used to believe that the oddly-shaped clouds were made from oddly-shaped sheep
When I was two, my mom use to tell me to never drink the rain. She didn't tell me why so I thought it was angles peeing onto Earth. I believed this until I was 11.
When I was a little girl, I was afraid I could rip the clouds with my feet when I soared too high on the swings!
I used to believe when driving at night through the fog, that the patches of fog were ghosts. I thought that until high school.
That there was real gold at the end of the rainbow,
that it rained because the clouds were having a bath and letting out their dirty water
As a little kid, I always thought clouds were made out of mashed potatoes. I'd stand outside and think about what the clouds tasted like.
When I was 5, I thought you could walk on cloud. And I thought they are coton candy.
When I was small I sat on the front doorstep one day and thought seriously about rain. I came to the concusion that God must have a row of taps in Heaven, and that he turned them on when he wanted to send rain. I felt very satisfied with my theory.
My neighborhood kids and I used to believe that to stop rain, all you had to do was put to knives crossed under a table and it wouldn't rain.
I used to believe, as a very young girl, that clouds were made out of mashed potatoes, because they reminded me so much of my mom's mashed potatoes that were big and fluffy.
when i was little, maybe 4 or 5...i really believed there was "a pot of gold" at the end of the rainbow...we would take long family drives, and if a rainbow was spotted , my mother would say keep looking for the pot of gold , and i would watch for the end of that rainbow,not taking my eyes off it...hoping to see one...lol
i used to believe that it was illegal for it to rain on Sundays ("Sun's" day). I couldn't quite figure out who would get arrested (possibly my minister at my church) but i knew that if i ever got rained on on a sunday that i would be a suspect.
When I was young I used to believe that the weather-man from tv talked to God and that's how he knew how the weather was going to be the next day.
I used to think I could make the wind blow, I would step outside and raise my hands and Whooossh I made it blow =]
haha
When I was little my friends and I all believed that when it thundered, God was bowling, and when it snowed, God has spilled His sugar bowl
I used to think that when it rained,it meant God was washing his hands
My mom told me once that when it was raining the angels were actully peeing and I always ran inside when rain came cause I didn't want to be peed on by angels.
To this day I still don't like rain.
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