nature

At my school, when you went out to recess you would play on a large asphalt lot that had a drain at one end so that puddles wouldn't form on the play area when it rained. When I was in first grade my friend and I were absolutely convinced that this drain was the source of all the city's water supply. We had noticed that when it rained the water going down the drain usually had mud or leaves in it, or gasoline that had dripped from cars. We couldn't beleive that the mayor would let people drink this water! So my friend and I, feeling an obligation to our community, got together a bunch of kids to build a "dam" around the drain. We built it of rocks and twigs, and assumed that it would hold out all the water that had been sitting on the dirty asphalt while still letting in rainwater. When we went away to got more rocks some older kids came and stomped on our dam, letting all the water in (of course our little dam hadn't realy held out any water anyway). For days afterward we would not drink any tap water.

As a small child a thought the world was a large ball of water, with only a crust of land around it. I didn't understand why, if I stood near the edge of the sea or a river, the ground didn't cave in underneath me because it was too thin!

I was certain that I could grow seeds in my mouth well into highschool, though I had olny practiced growing them there in my mouth in grammer school. A little saliva for water, a little pressure to simulate dirt and the only thing stopping me was that I got tired of holding. My friend burst my bubble.

When i would go somewhere by car at night, i would notice that the moon was everywhere i went! i thought that the moon was following me and i felt so special that the moon decided to follow just me around! :)

When I was a little girl, I used to spend a lot of time at my paternal grandmother's house. She liked to garden, and I would always play outside as she gardened. Well, one time I was playing by the mailbox and I stepped on a low-lying bush. My grandmother cried, "No! Don't step on Mr. Bush! That hurts him! It makes Mr. Bush say, 'Ouch!'" I had never heard a bush talk before, so I kept walking on it, trying to make it say "Ouch!". It never did.

When I was about 6, I heard about how the Earth is eventually going to be swallowed up by the Sun. For some reason I became obsessed with this and even though I knew it wasn't going to happen for a billion years or so - I still spent about 6 months in a state of perpetual panic.

When I was a toddler, I used to call the flowers on the Pear trees,"Popcorn for the squriles"

my mom and babysitter used to bring me outside to show me the pussywillows thinking i'd like them. well, i thought they were poisonous caterpillers growing out of the trees. they wanted me to pet the little fizzy things but i would cry and scream because i thought they were going to bite me and crawl on me and kill me and pee on me. eventually i learned they're not poisonous caterpillers tring to kill me and pee on me.

I used to believe…

the sand whirls left by the tide going out were little worms and had to be carried i couldn't let my feet touch the sand at all

one of my best friends has several theorys...
-the world is flat.
-space is a conspiracy
-there are 3420000 other worlds with identical versions of ourselves on them.
she is only 14!

i used to believe that u can jump in the clouds and everything was gonna b ok!!

When I was about 4 I found a rock in our backyard, and I don't know how but I concluded that since I hadn't seen it there before it had fallen there from the moon, and my parents agreed w/me and let me believe that for the longest time ...I used to brag to my friends that I had a piece of the moon up until I was like 10... boy did I feel dumb when I found out it was just a stupid rock.

I used to believe that the black part inside tulips was a spider. I remember being terrified when tulips were open. :)

I remember the nieghbors telling me during a thunder storm that the noise was bombs & since they had a fence around there yard they would'nt get bombed. I went home & that night the storm got closer & closer , so i ran in my parents room & was hiding under the bed crying.

It wasnt mine, but as a child my great grandmother had a fear of thunderstorms. She believed that every metal object in the house was a risk, she would put the cutlery drawer down the end of the garden and hide herself under the table with her apron over her head!....

I used to believe that the trees moving caused the wind to blow.