I took a streak as a child of being very afraid of pine cones. I remember once thinking that they might carry diseases that they could spread to people. It might have started with a rather scary dream I once had. In the dream i was at a picnic area, collecting pine cones to take home. My father was insisting that only pine cones with a maximum of eight rows of scales within their length were safe to keep.
A childhood belief about plants
others believed things like this
- I used to think that there was a little boogy in every end of ice cream cones (the type that are pointy).— John M.
- I used to believe that porcupines were humongous pine trees that could hurt you.— Shelly
- I used to believe that when you where stoned to death you would be made to smoke heaps of cones and die.— leslie henshaw
- i used to believe that everytime you hiccupped, your pine shot up an inch; making you taller— adria
- .. the knots in wood would turn into dinosaurs. I was petrified of pine cladding.Anon
- I used to believe that people dream because they have little TV screens on the inside of their eyelids. — Ingrid